Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Looking at the endless ladder in front of him, Shen Zhezhu dragged his heavily injured steps upwards, without using any spiritual power or stopping even for a moment.

He wouldn't allow himself to rest; he had to find his master!

He demands the truth!

why?

Why didn't you tell him anything?

After an unknown amount of time, the boy felt exhausted and finally saw in the distance that the top of the mountain seemed to be the end of the steps.

He strode up and saw a stone tablet.

A towering stone monument that seems to reach into the clouds.

No end in sight.

But Shen Zhezhu could sense that his master's aura was present within the stone tablet.

"The person you are looking for has voluntarily returned to the path of Heaven. You have seen it with your own eyes, so why remain so stubborn?"

Shen Zhezhu was taken aback by his words, and raised his haggard and deranged face. "Then tell me, what is unwavering obsession?"

"When I was young, I was displaced and suffered all kinds of hardships. I thought I was lucky to have become a disciple of the Immortal Lord Tianyue. My master loved me and protected me. I regarded him as the most important person. I didn't care about anyone else except him."

"But why did his personality change so drastically? He started hitting and scolding me all the time!"

"And why did you show such a sorrowful expression when I was taking my revenge?"

"It's more like... it's like I owe him..."

At this point, the boy's voice choked up, and he quickly added, "I've been entangled with him for most of my life, how could he just walk away like that?"

"I can sense he's right here, call him out!"

"Tell me everything that's on your mind!"

The boy was devastated. He knelt on the last step and desperately questioned the stone tablet in front of him, which was not even a living being.

"Let him...let him come out..."

"Please, please..."

"Master..."

A sigh came from within the stone tablet, "Do you really want to know everything?"

"You have already completed the path of the Great Dao. As long as you leave your name on this Heavenly Dao Stele, you can become an immortal and ascend this Great Dao that no one has set foot on for ten thousand years."

Shen Zhezhu's expression was sorrowful, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She kowtowed heavily, her voice resounding, "I want to!"

"Then I'll grant your wish..."

The mysterious man at this moment—no, we should call him Heavenly Dao.

He now looks like a full-fledged young man.

He raised his hand and revealed an ice mirror in front of him. "This is Gu Yao's memory, the memory he doesn't want you to know. Prepare to accept the cruel reality."

All the past events were revealed to the boy.

Behind every beating was Gu Yao's intensified self-punishment.

Inside the water dungeon, he was punished with fifty lashes.

The next day, the man removed his protective spiritual power and magical robes and was subjected to a hundred tortures in the water prison.

Beneath the snowy cliff, he was forced to kneel for three days and three nights, and it was this same person who personally brought him back.

They took meticulous care of him while he was in a coma.

Before he woke up, relying on his powerful spiritual energy, he went down to the bottom of the snow cliff and knelt for seven days and seven nights with his mortal body.

I don't know if I'm punishing him or punishing myself.

Even the whip that he casually lashed out whenever he was unhappy would return to Gu Yao every night.

Scars were left on that jade-like skin.

Shen Zhezhu stared at the shattered scene before her, her face deathly pale.

He once looked at his scarred body and resented that person.

Little did they know that he had even more scars on his body.

Even after he fell into a coma, Gu Yao was able to apply medicine to him, but Gu Yao relied entirely on his powerful cultivation to stay alive.

No wonder... no wonder he was able to subdue this person so easily the day he returned to the Tianqian Sect.

Why didn't he notice?

Why were no injuries found on his body?

Upon realizing this, Shen Zhezhu immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling as she looked at her own hands.

Because... he personally forged his master's furnace body.

The master's divine body was destroyed in an instant.

It shattered his master's cultivation and pride.

On that couch at Qingzhu Peak.

The boy looked up and met his own eyes in the image, where a sinister smile was on his face. He turned his head to look and saw that Gu Yao in the furnace seemed to be enduring great pain, his expression contorted.

No!

No!

stop!

Shen Zhezhu's eyes were bloodshot as he lunged forward madly, but his hand only passed through the ice mirror.

He stared blankly at his palm, his expression vacant.

The next memory is still playing in the mirror.

Those whom Shen Zhezhu never met... Gu Yao.

The young man, dressed in red, lay on a treetop with a wine jug hanging beside him, his gaze always fixed in the same direction.

North of the city.

The direction of the ancient secret realm.

Yes, that is, the direction he is in.

The image freezes on the young man's sorrowful face.

Heavenly Dao raised its hand and covered the ice mirror.

"This is the truth you wanted to know."

"Now, are you satisfied?"

Shen Zhezhu stared blankly, "Then where is my master? Where is my master?"

The Heavenly Dao sighed softly, "He was originally a part of the Heavenly Dao Stele. Ten thousand years ago, during that cataclysm, heaven and earth were sealed off and the laws were imprisoned. For ten thousand years, no one could ascend to heaven. He fell into the mortal world and was reincarnated as a human. Now that the laws are complete, he is naturally... returning to his original position."

Shen Zhezhu looked up and saw his master's figure in the endless top.

He reached out his hand towards the phantom, but ultimately only grasped at empty air.

The Heavenly Dao shook its head, raised its hand and conjured a pen, and wrote the first name on the now nameless Heavenly Dao Stele.

Sinking bamboo.

The moment the final stroke was made, at the summit of the Great Dao, ten thousand rays of light burst forth, weaving an intricate and solemn garment for the young man.

As Heaven watched this scene, it clenched its pen tightly, then slowly released it.

Out of sight is pure.

Anyway, this wasn't the only time he'd tricked me. It was just because he'd given Shen Zhezhu some special privileges; it wasn't a big deal.

The Heavenly Dao vanished and returned to the stele, and all things fell silent.

A gentle breeze swept by, as if it were sentient, brushing against the boy's cheek and gently smoothing the hem of his clothes.

Shen Zhezhu seemed to sense something and reached out to grab it, but how could he grasp a wisp of breeze?

And those below the sky witnessed ascension for the first time.

Truly, ascension!

The young man had a handsome face, was bathed in rosy light, and was surrounded by thousands of birds. He merely moved his eyes slightly and turned his head to look at the stone tablet.

He seemed to see his master reaching out to him, just like he had done back in the Tianqian Sect.

A bright smile appeared on the young man's handsome face, but the corners of his eyes unconsciously turned downwards, revealing an unspeakable bitterness and extreme sorrow.

The crooked smile was plastered on his face, making him look both comical and pathetic.

Master...