Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 1007 Regrets of the Past

"Wake up, wake up!"

Ding Yi, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was shaken awake and felt a burning pain on his face.

He sat up, rubbing his face, feeling like he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

After reaching the Divine Transformation stage, many physical sensations disappear, and the physical body becomes a dispensable accessory to the original body. Many desires also vanish along with it.

Now, the sudden stinging sensation came as a complete surprise to him.

As he sat up, he noticed that his hands were unusually delicate, looking as if they belonged to a seven-year-old.

Besides his physical age returning to that of a seven-year-old, his cultivation level also seemed to have dropped to a state of non-cultivation, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He sat up cross-legged and saw that he seemed to be in a familiar place, but he couldn't remember where he was.

"Old friend, where is my old friend?"

"Are you out of your mind? What old friend are you talking about?"

Turning his head, Ding Yi saw a plain-looking woman standing with her hands on her hips, looking at him.

Seeing that Ding Yi didn't react, the old woman pinched Ding Yi's ear hard and said sternly, "Stop daydreaming and come get to work. The immortal is coming to take on disciples today, so finish your work early and go up the mountain with the immortal."

Ding Yi stared intently at the woman, and after a long while, murmured to himself, "Mother?"

"Why are you calling for your mother? Get up, don't sleep."

Despite his loud shouting, the other person still stuffed a piece of five-colored candy into Ding Yi's mouth, rubbed his head, and said, "Get up. It's good to follow the immortal. If you follow the immortal, you can eat your fill and have candy every day."

After being forcibly pulled up, Ding Yi saw that his mother had prepared new clothes and new shoes for him.

Moreover, he was given less work today. He only had half the usual amount of pig feed to chop, and even his sister, who usually dislikes him, helped him chop more.

The other person clumsily rubbed his head, saying with displeasure, "You're a lucky one. The immortals should be able to see your talent and will definitely take you as their disciple. Once you're on the mountain, just cultivate diligently and don't cry and miss your mother."

Ding Yi stared blankly at everything before him, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the others, he said fiercely, "Lin Yuan, is this all you've got? A mere illusion, and you think you can make me fall into delusion? My Dao heart is unwavering; how could I possibly be fooled by such a trick! Unleash your supernatural powers!"

Once a supernatural power is proven, it is proven forever. Even if one's cultivation is currently restricted, it can still be used to its full potential.

Before him, everyone in the vicinity revealed their true colors.

He initially thought these were all Nendoroids in disguise, but when he saw them clearly, he was astonished to discover that they were all real.

Her primordial spirit once returned to his side out of longing for him. Although she lost her memories due to the power of reincarnation, she still hoped to come here to fulfill the unfinished bond with him.

"How could this be? Isn't this the work of an immortal? Which immortal is playing another prank on me?"

Immortals are high above, and although they are only Nascent Soul cultivators who have passed through three tribulations, their various methods are beyond imagination, making them worlds apart from ordinary immortals.

Finding parents who have already fallen into the underworld is clearly the work of immortals, but what is their purpose in doing so?
Before he could figure it out, his mother slapped him on the head and said disapprovingly, "What's wrong with you? Go do your work!"

Touching his head, Ding Yi's past memories were unlocked, and memories he didn't want to recall resurfaced.

That day, his talent caught the attention of an immortal, and he successfully became the immortal's disciple.

Afterwards, he began to cultivate diligently on the mountain. When he came down the mountain after completing his studies and was ready to repay his parents, all he saw were his parents' graves and his sister, whose hair had turned completely white.

Time has no bearing on spiritual practice. I have been on the mountain for decades, and my parents at the foot of the mountain have also been waiting for me for decades.

The tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases; the child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there. I thought I had achieved spiritual cultivation and could provide for my parents in their twilight years, but who could have imagined that I would receive such devastating news?

After recalling the past, Ding smiled.

How ridiculous! Lin Yuan, you guys are truly laughable!

Since I know this place is real, and I understand that the people here are my family, why should I make any choices?

You're simply trying to force me to make the same choices I made before, to test my resolve. But since you know everything here is both real and illusory, why shouldn't I have it all?
I will repay my parents, and I will uphold my principles. I will make up for everything I have lost in the past, and use this to make up for my regrets.

"Hehe, do you think this will interfere with my Dao heart, cause my primordial spirit to be lost, and make me your slave? Little do you know, this will only improve my Dao heart and allow me to advance further. This is the difference between us and you. I can turn everything into food for progress, while you can only stay in the same place."

After laughing, Ding Yi stopped laughing and said to his mother, "Mother, I'm back."

"You didn't go anywhere either, why are you talking so strangely?"

With a chuckle, Ding Yi continued, "I've made up my mind. I'm going up the mountain now. But after I get there, I'll come back once a year. I'll take care of my sister's dowry then."

"Mind your own business!" the older sister snorted in dissatisfaction, but still ruffled Ding Yi's messy hair and tidied up the stray hairs.

That afternoon, Ding Yi went up the mountain.

The content of his practice was no different from before; what was different was his state of mind.

The path of spiritual practice is a one-way journey, and there will inevitably be many regrets along the way.

Almost all the people associated with him were brought back to the underworld. Looking at these old friends, Ding felt a mix of emotion and nostalgia.

Past memories are slowly reviving, and things that were deliberately forgotten are being brought up again, allowing him to make amends.

Before I knew it, the life I had created had come to an end.

Throughout his life, he always stayed with his parents, helping them fulfill one wish after another.

He worked hard to repair his relationship with his sister and became the uncle his nephew admired most.

He helped his master fulfill his wish, helped his senior sister find her husband who had lost his memory, and confessed his feelings to his junior sister, so that they would never miss each other again.

Although he ultimately arrived in the realm of immortals all alone, he had no regrets in this life.

When he came to his senses, he was surrounded by fog.

Through the mist, he could see his loved ones waving from the other side, seemingly saying goodbye, or perhaps trying to keep him there.

All the regrets of the past have been made up for, but looking at this seemingly perfect life, Ding Yi suddenly burst into tears.

His past regrets left him scarred and made him realize just how much he had given up in his spiritual practice.

Even though many things have been repaired now, he feels that he can never make up for the debt he owed in the past.

Just when this regret was about to turn into a demon in his heart, someone came to his side and said to him, "How does it feel to be in the underworld?"

Ding Yi quickly wiped away her tears and coldly asked Lin Yuan, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing. I just thought that the greatest punishment for a person is to let them see their entire life. And the greatest reward for a person is to let them see their entire life. As for something even greater, it's letting them know what kind of life they could have lived."

Looking at Ding Yi, Lin Yuan asked, "Senior Ding Yi, how are you feeling?"

(End of this chapter)