The Legend of the Great Saint: Start from the Sign-in at Mount Tai

Chapter 464 Yang Yi Emerges from Seclusion

The grass grows and the orioles fly; time flies like an arrow; another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past year, Lu Zhou, who had emptied his mind, did not deliberately cultivate, but his cultivation level increased day by day.

This growth rate was even more rapid than when he had deliberately pursued cultivation in the past.

This situation gave Lu Zhou, who was already confident that he could directly surpass the half-saint realm and break into the saint realm at any time, even more confidence.

However, he still suppressed himself and did not immediately make a breakthrough.

He is still waiting, waiting for someone to come out of seclusion.

Finally, that day arrived.

Yang Yi emerged from seclusion, attracting a massive heavenly calamity from beyond the realm of the Burial Emperor Star.

She successfully transcended her tribulation and broke through to the Saint King realm under the watchful eyes of those who were either friendly or filled with murderous intent.

As the saying goes, what's meant to happen will happen eventually.

Finally, it was Lu Zhou, who had arrived at the scene, who personally told Yang Yi that Zhang Lin had died several years ago.

The Purple Mountain in the northern region is majestic and imposing, like nine giant dragons stretching across the earth, creating a magnificent spectacle that is hard to find anywhere in the universe.

It is a sacred mountain in the eyes of many ancient beings.

Now, after it was rumored that the Great Emperor Wushi had taken over this place, it has been revered as an imperial mountain by many human cultivators.

On this day, a beautiful woman in white suddenly appeared on the horizon beyond Purple Mountain.

She was exceptionally beautiful, possessing the essence of heaven and earth and the brilliance of the Milky Way. Against the backdrop of the evening glow, she walked step by step toward Purple Mountain.

Finally, she stood quietly on that vast, desolate land outside Purple Mountain.

Several years ago, a holy war of epic proportions broke out here.

After that night, the name of Zhang Lin, the fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi, once again swept across the world after ten thousand years.

'Crash'

It was an amber-colored, mellow liquor, poured from a jade pot onto the unchanging brown earth.

Tavia Yeung is seeing off an old friend.

The sky is infinitely high, and the stars are infinitely numerous.

The departed loved ones, I wonder if they can see that tonight people have come to pay their respects.

Desolation and tranquility seem to be the usual melody of this land.

Tonight, the usual tranquility remains undisturbed by the sudden appearance of a stunningly beautiful woman.

But the colors of the world seemed to have taken on a touch of desolation without anyone noticing.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

This was the first sentence Yang Yi uttered on her journey after suddenly hearing the devastating news.

His voice was flat, without any emotional fluctuation.

No sorrow, no joy, no grief, no pain.
It is like a deep pool, calm and still, leaving one with no idea of ​​its bottom!
After the words were spoken, silence returned to the world once again.

The silence lasted for a long time.

The moonlight was hazy and intoxicating, and the starlight was sparse and dim. Under the sparse starlight, a tall and slender figure gradually appeared, standing beside Yang Yi.

Lu Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips opened and closed several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Zhou had imagined this scene of Yang Yi coming to pay her respects countless times since he learned of Zhang Lin's death.

He had thought a lot about what to say to comfort Yang Yi because of this.

But when the moment finally arrived, when Yang Yi came to pay her respects to Zhang Lin, he found himself unable to say anything.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

He didn't know if Yang Yi's words were directed at him or meant to comfort Zhang Lin.

Lu Zhou only knew that Yang Yi's calmness at this moment disturbed his heart.

This made him even more worried about Yang Yi's situation.

How many years has it been?
If it weren't for this moment, Lu Zhou would have almost forgotten how many years it had been since he had experienced this feeling of helplessness again.

When was the last time?
He remembered that Xu Qiong's incident could be considered one.

He was briefly at a loss.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten how many years it had been since he had worried about someone so much!

Lu Zhou was unaware that Yang Yi's calm demeanor meant she had truly accepted Zhang Lin's death.

She was still forcibly suppressing herself and controlling her emotions.

He didn't know if Yang Yi would, as described in the original novel, become heartbroken and lifeless after Zhang Lin's death, thus ending her life in obscurity and disappearing without a trace.
He knew that he had at least ten thousand reasons not to see this happen to Yang Yi.

Back then, when he saved Yang Yi's life outside Zishan, he personally gave her hope for the future.

At this moment, he wondered if he should do the same thing he had done for Emperor Zhong, and also draw up another pie in the sky for Yang Yi.

Tell her there are no regrets on the path of sacrifice.

Perhaps, that could give Yang Yi a glimmer of hope for the future, even if it's just a tiny, insignificant sliver.

It's better than her becoming an empty shell devoid of soul, just like in the original story, because of Zhang Lin's death.

This was one of the various excuses, or rather, countermeasures, that Lu Zhou had repeatedly considered over the past two years.

But at this moment, Yang Yi's calm, whether genuine or feigned, left him somewhat at a loss, making him unable to speak.

"I feel that Zhang Lin's death has caused you even more turmoil than I have!"

"why is that?"

Is it because you're worried about me?

"I'm worried that I won't be able to accept it after I find out all this!"

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Yi's voice reached Lu Zhou's ears again.

She turned around and looked at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou could not see any emotion in those incredibly familiar eyes.

After a moment, Lu Zhou nodded.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

Seeing Lu Zhou nod, Yang Yi uttered a sentence she had said not long ago.

This time, Lu Zhou was certain that Yang Yi was referring to him.

But he still didn't know if Yang Yi was trying to comfort him, just to put his mind at ease.

Lu Zhou had long known that Yang Yi was a very considerate person.

There are many, many people like this among the masses.

People like this often live much more tiring lives than others.

Their most notable characteristic is that they tend to keep many things to themselves, bearing them silently alone.

Ultimately, they either grow stronger through adversity or are crushed and unable to withstand it, eventually succumbing to it.

It was only then that Lu Zhou realized that although he had known Yang Yi for many years and spent a considerable amount of time with her, he might not actually know her as well as he had previously thought.

Yang Yi could tell that Lu Zhou was not relieved by her words.

With her intelligent and perceptive nature, she could even roughly guess what Lu Zhou was thinking at that moment.

'But you don't know, and even I don't know, when did I stop being the person I used to be?'

Yang Yi realized she had changed.

It seems that things changed a long time ago.

She had never thought about it in this way before, and had never clearly realized it.

But now, when she learns that Zhang Lin had died several years ago.

She found that when she suddenly heard this devastating news, she did not feel the same sorrow she had felt ten thousand years ago when she disregarded everything to rush into Purple Mountain.
She had already confirmed once again that it was not her imagination.

I have really changed.

She was certain that she was feeling saddened by Zhang Lin's death.

But it wasn't as intense as it was ten thousand years ago.

She knew why.

It's because of some experiences over the years.
It all started when I was near Tai Xuan and some rascal messed up my mind.

It was like an inconspicuous withered seed, but no one expected that its vitality would be so strong that it eventually took root and sprouted.

As night deepened, a large patch of dark clouds suddenly drifted in from nowhere, making the already hazy moonlight even dimmer.

Yang Yi's gaze seemed to lose focus, appearing somewhat ethereal.

She gazed absently at the devastated battlefield before her, and words, like murmurs or soliloquy, escaped her lips once more.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask you a question for a long time, but I've always hesitated!" "Initially, I was afraid of knowing the answer, afraid that the answer would become my destiny."

"I kept hesitating and hesitating, and I don't know when it started, but I found myself becoming less and less willing to know the answer."

"Now, your reaction confirms to me that before this, you did indeed see not only Zhang Lin's future fate, but also my future fate!"

"Are they all tragedies?"

Could you explain it to me in more detail?

"I want to hear it now!"

Tavia Yeung isn't stupid; some things are actually quite easy to guess.

"it is good!"

Lu Zhou nodded, organized his thoughts for a moment, and then spoke to Yang Yi.

"You guessed it right."

"I did know all along what would become of you and Zhang Lin."

"To be more precise, that was your original future."

Lu Zhou said he knew, instead of using the word 'saw' as he did when he told others.

He didn't know why he forcibly changed two words just as he was about to speak.

He thought that perhaps it was subconsciously because he didn't want to lie to Yang Yi anymore.

Yang Yi didn't notice this, and Lu Zhou continued to speak.

"And just as you guessed, the ending was tragic."

"This is something I don't want to see!"

Just like his previous statement, where he suddenly interjected with "that was your original future," Lu Zhou spoke again, and once again suddenly and emphatically interjected with a seemingly unrelated remark.

No matter how you look at it, the ending in the original work was not what he wanted to see.

Yang Yi listened to her.

"Similar to the current situation, he also died in a great battle with some ancient ancestral kings."

"The situation at that time was so different from the situation now that it was almost like heaven and earth."

"At that time, ancient beings were emerging in great numbers, dominating the human race. Under these circumstances, heroes from all sides who cared about the human race stood up and fought against them with all their might through various means."

"Someone is orchestrating events across the world, intending to make the ancient beings hesitant to act against them."

"Someone entered Purple Mountain, disregarding his own safety, and coughed up blood repeatedly, causing the Beginningless Bell to ring continuously for three months, thus deterring the wicked."

That night, he led a group of death gods, carrying an unwavering belief that there was no turning back, and strode out of Purple Mountain.

That night, a resounding sound echoed throughout the land, booming and shaking the mountains and valleys.

"Zhang Lin, a disciple of Wushi, was ordered by the Great Emperor to suppress and kill Shenling Valley."

"On that very night, a white-clad figure, newly resurrected, followed closely beside the group of death gods. She played her flute, a war song, and also a lament for parting."

"Only in his final night, as the dawn broke, he regained his former vigor and spirit, transforming completely into a shower of light in the first rays of sunlight, vanishing with the wind."

"And you, however, were utterly despondent, as if the whole world had lost its color, becoming like a walking corpse, finally clutching a handful of earth, and vanishing without a trace."

Lu Zhou didn't hide anything or embellish anything; he simply told Yang Yi everything as it was.

As he recounted his story, it was clear that Yang Yi's expression underwent dramatic fluctuations.

There was shock, astonishment, and so on.
Soon after, it turned into indifference.
She was shocked by Lu Zhou's description of the predicament the human race faced when all the ancient races emerged in great numbers.

This is very different from what she personally experienced.

She quickly came to terms with it, and with her quick wit, she understood why things had become so drastically different.

These were all just interludes.

She listened quietly as Lu Zhou continued to speak.

Her expression still fluctuated depending on the words Lu Zhou uttered.

Until later, nothing changed, and it seemed that only calm and indifference remained.

Even when Lu Zhou mentioned that she was only resurrected at that time, she didn't show any emotional fluctuation.

It was as if she were listening to something that had nothing to do with her.

She simply listened quietly as Lu Zhou spoke.

Until
That's all I know!

"What happened to you in the end? Where did you go next? I don't know any of that!"

"I think, perhaps you returned to Yaochi, perhaps you went to his old stone village, or perhaps... you went to the place where his descendants now live."

Even after Lu Zhou finished speaking, Yang Yi's expression remained completely unchanged.

This area fell silent once again.

The difference is that the dark cloud that had obscured the moon has been blown away by the wind.

And the full moon in the sky, along with the starlight, no longer seemed hazy or sparse.

The moonlight, like a water curtain, and the starlight, like a veil, descended from the sky and fell upon Yang Yi and Lu Zhou, as if draping them in layers of holy light.

Under the moonlight, they appeared exceptionally otherworldly and ethereal.

They looked like two immortals who had stepped out of a painting.

After listening to what Lu Zhou had to say, Yang Yi understood even more why Lu Zhou was so worried about her.

She shook her head, trying again to resonate with the Yang Yi that Lu Zhou was describing.

But she soon discovered once again that she could no longer resonate with him.

She remains certain that Zhang Lin's death has saddened her somewhat.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to rush here to pay her respects as soon as she learned of the incident.

But to say that she is now heartbroken to the extent Lu Zhou described.
She is now quite certain that it's impossible.

Suddenly, a scene that had been sealed away for ten thousand years resurfaced in her mind.

Ten thousand years ago, on that day, she broke free from all shackles, disregarding everything, determined to step out of Yaochi and venture into Zishan.

Even if I die inside Purple Mountain, it doesn't matter.

At that time, her master appeared in front of her once again.

This time, however, her master did not forcibly stop her as he had done before. Instead, he looked at her and asked her a question.

If she decides to force her way into Zishan to find Zhang Lin after she has thought this through, then we will leave it to her.

The problem is...

"All I've ever seen in you and him is one word—missed opportunity."

"You didn't wait for him; he got married and had children."

"He didn't wait for you either, because of Yuan Tianshi's destiny, he entered Zishan."

"If we miss out once or twice, we can convince ourselves that good things come to those who wait."

"What about three or four times?"

"Over the years, the number of missed opportunities you've had with him must be countless."

"Perhaps this is Heaven and Earth warning you, preventing a doomed relationship that is destined to end in tragedy, and telling you that if you are destined to have such a partner, it should not be him!"

"What do you think?"

Yang Yi's gaze grew increasingly unfocused.

She seemed to be able to see herself ten thousand years ago through time. After her master finished speaking, she shook her head without thinking and said firmly.

"Even if it was truly a missed opportunity, or even if Heaven and Earth were warning me, none of that matters anymore!"

"No matter what, everything should eventually come to an end."

"I need to give him an explanation, and also give myself an explanation."

"Please grant my request, Master. I want to see it one last time. If I still miss it, then let bygones be bygones, and let everything return to dust."

With that, she bid farewell to her master.

A moment later, a sigh from her master sounded behind her.

Yang Yi saw it, and the word "missed opportunity" perfectly encapsulates her relationship with Zhang Lin.

Like a dream, the past is repeating itself today.

During her latest breakthrough in seclusion, Zhang Lin died completely.

错过错过
The faint light of dawn elongated the two figures walking side by side, with Purple Mountain receding further and further behind them until it disappeared completely.

On this unchanging brown land, only two jugs of libation wine remain, along with a final verse carried away by the wind.
"All returns to dust!"

(End of this chapter)