Time Travel: Did My Sister-in-Law Get Slapped in the Face Today?

He trembled as he stared at the big black dog, his eyes now filled with pain and resentment. He murmured, "Why... Master left you a backup plan, why did he abandon me?!"

He was not reconciled.

The big black dog's body had obviously been refined by his master; he could hurt it, but he couldn't kill it at all!

But in Master's eyes, am I not even as good as a dog?

"you are wrong!"

The big black dog, however, seemed to have a sudden realization. It had lost a lot of its memories, but some of them were now resurfacing. It said, "When you performed the apprenticeship ceremony back then, did you forget what your master said?"

“If one day you can overcome yourself, you can become your master’s true disciple—but you did not overcome this tribulation.”

The big black dog's eyes shone brightly as it said, "The desire for life, the greed for reincarnation, the yearning for power... these are the true tribulations."

"You lost!"

You lost!

These three words struck Yang Yi like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned and speechless for a moment...

The scene from that year couldn't help but replay in his mind...

He stood on the embankment, performing the formal ceremony of apprenticeship, but he couldn't even kneel down. His master simply smiled, looked at him, and said:

"You don't need to become my disciple now. If one day you can overcome yourself, you will naturally be my disciple."

He was puzzled, always thinking that his master felt he wasn't strong enough...

Therefore, over the years, he has never set foot in the Origin Realm, but has been living in seclusion in this small mountain village, diligently cultivating every kind of magic passed down by his master in the past. He has even cultivated to the level of the best in the world, and is invincible in the underworld.

But now he understands what his master meant by overcoming oneself...

It's not about achieving a certain level of attainment.

It's not about strength...

It's about your state of mind!

"Was I wrong...?"

There is great terror between life and death, but within that great terror lies profound insight. At this moment, he finally understood the profound meaning his master had meant back then...

Defeat yourself...

"I was wrong... Master!"

Yang Yi suddenly burst into tears. At that moment, he was like a child who had made a mistake and was begging for forgiveness from his teachers.

"Yang Yi knows he was wrong, Yang Yi knows he was wrong—"

He suddenly turned around, no longer attacking the big black dog and the others. He walked back to the small mountain village, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Everything is illusory. What is eternity? What is supreme power? I finally understand why you left this village for me. It wasn't to make me suffer hardship, but to let me enjoy peace..."

"The yellow flowers on the path, the sweet potatoes in the field, the moss growing in the shadows, and the lotus flowers blooming in the pond... everything that can be seen is the true meaning. I understand!"

His voice grew clearer and clearer, until finally all grief and anger were gone, leaving only relief and joy.

Then, his body completely dissipated, turning into a gentle breeze in the small mountain village...

A gentle breeze blows, the foxtail grass on the path sways softly, the grass is lush and green, and everything is peaceful.

……

He finally understood, and finally realized his true nature...

But... it was too late.

……

The dust that had been rolling between heaven and earth gradually came to a stop.

Wild horses are like dust, and living things blow them with their breath.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, and everything was in ruins, but the small mountain village remained spotless. Not a single grain of dust or sand from the outside world could approach it, and not a drop of blood from any living being could taint it. It was like an eternal and indestructible pure land.

The Ninth Emperor and Xia Jingmo both silently watched Yang Yi as he perished, their eyes filled with a sense of regret and sighing.

Yang Yi is a formidable opponent. His understanding of the Great Dao and his mastery of supernatural powers and techniques are unparalleled in the underworld.

"Pity."

The ninth emperor murmured.

"To be able to see one's true self at the end is already a rare and precious thing."

Xia Jingmo sighed, "Yang Yi faced a tribulation, but what about us? Before he died, he at least knew what his tribulation was and overcame it. We, on the other hand, haven't even seen a tribulation. In comparison, he is far superior to you and me!"

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Emperor was also terrified and couldn't help but ponder.