Perfect World: I Am Eternal

Chapter 260 Resurrection from Desolation
"continue!"

Lin Fan's gaze was firm. No matter what the future held, he had to experience it firsthand to know, and he couldn't give up halfway.

At this moment, he activated the Great Dao outside, not the ordinary "ancient fire," but rather a symbol of the Great Dao, blazing and radiant.

The emerald green Dao principles are a great tonic for other living beings, but for Lin Fan in his current state, they are "poison."

Burning its body and igniting its spirit, it felt as if thousands of insects were gnawing at it, and swords and blades were slashing at it, causing unbearable pain.

This is not something an ordinary person can endure; using one's life as a fire to temper oneself is almost a dead end.

"Hey!"

The purest life energy in the world, like ripples, was drawn to him and coiled around his body like clusters of flames.

This is only the beginning, and it's already like this. You can imagine how much more difficult it will be later. If things go wrong, we could be completely destroyed.

"What I'm doing isn't enough. What is life? It's the existence of all tangible matter, including metabolism, growth, and development."

Lin Fan was reflecting on himself and summarizing his experiences.

He felt that everything he was doing now seemed to be going against the true meaning of life, that he was making mistakes in his self-destruction, and that he was not using it well.

But it's not entirely wrong. To understand life, one must expend a great deal of life potential. There is life without death, and death without life.

"Like Aunt Liu, transform into a seed, constantly surpassing the past, achieving nirvana?" Lin Fan murmured, thinking of the charred willow trees in Shicun.

He knew that a change was necessary, otherwise he would be in grave danger before he even reached the end of this road.

"Then let's go even further and revive from annihilation!"

In an instant, golden blood energy erupted from his body, transforming into a cauldron that enveloped and contained him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the green beams that had been wrapped around him transformed into flames of the Great Dao, which began to boil and forge the cauldron.

This was no longer just wrapped around the body; it spread out completely, burning and distorting the surrounding void, blurring it.

From afar, it was dazzling, yet also terrifying, as it consumed its vibrant life force, burning itself out without reservation.

At this moment, he was like a firework, bursting with energy and brilliance, but at the cost of his life.

Yuechan was alarmed and her face paled, because Lin Fan had gone too far this time, igniting his very essence and leaving no room for retreat.

"Junior brother, stop now, take the divine medicine, and proceed gradually."

She brought with her all sorts of precious medicines, including silver peaches, the Fountain of Immortality, and the Purple Gold Divine Tea Tree, each of which would be priceless in the outside world.

"No, I'm cultivating a precious technique!" Lin Fan stopped him. He was cultivating the Willow God Technique, and if he were to take supplements now, it would undoubtedly be a waste of all his previous efforts.

However, his condition was really bad. His own essence and blood were being consumed rapidly, and he became increasingly withered, turning into skin and bones.

He was drawing inspiration from the Willow God's method, hoping to use life as fire to ignite the path to godhood. He believed that one must first experience annihilation and from it, rebirth would be born.

Then, at the moment of "birth," one transcends the past, and the flames of the Great Dao rise from one's body, thus ascending to become a god.

"To revive from desolation, to rise from ruin—this is how it should be!"

Lin Fan used himself as a furnace and the laws of life as fire, burning from the inside out, growing smaller and smaller, as if transforming into a seed.

Time passed quickly, and more than a month went by in the blink of an eye. The Daoist fire remained burning, making the place incredibly blazing and increasingly mysterious.

Only Lin Fan remained motionless inside the cauldron, his entire body charred black, as if he had been burned and turned into a furnace of coal.

In the end, he even seemed to vanish into nothingness, without any life fluctuations, truly transforming into a seed.

This scene startled Yuechan, her eyes reddening with anxiety. She cried out, "Junior...Brother!" "Find a place to bury me. If I don't wake up within two years, you don't need to..."

A voice rang out from the pitch-black seed; these were Lin Fan's last words, before silence fell.

At the same time, the furnace and cauldron vanished, the green Dao fire disappeared, and a shower of light flew everywhere, as if it had never existed.

Yuechan walked over, picked up the egg-sized seed from the ground, and muttered to herself, "You must wake up, or I'll find you in the netherworld and beat you up..."

……

Half a year has passed, and Lin Fan still hasn't woken up. The seed remains charred and lifeless.

However, Yuechan stayed by her side the whole time, never leaving for a moment. Her beautiful face was no longer smiling; it was filled with worry.

"Junior brother, do you know that sometimes you're really annoying? You're narcissistic, cunning, and ruthless..."

"He treated me like that the first time we met, ugh... I admit I was wrong too, but I'm a girl, can't I just give in a little..."

"Sometimes he can be incredibly foul-mouthed, but then suddenly he'll blurt out a few sentimental words that stir my heart, leaving me feeling both excited and exasperated..."

Yuechan talked to herself, knowing he couldn't hear her, but still speaking to the seed.

This is extremely rare, considering that Yuechan is not a talkative person and has always been aloof and pure. This is quite unlike the image of a banished fairy.

However, this was all she could do. She had tried every sacred medicine imaginable, but nothing worked; the seeds showed no signs of sprouting.

Generally speaking, miracle drugs, fountains of youth, and the like can bring the dead back to life, heal the wounded, and even revive a god.

But now, it has absolutely no effect on a seed, on someone who is about to become a god, which is simply unbelievable.

Such a phenomenon usually only indicates that the person has perished, leaving not even a trace of their primordial spirit.

"I don't believe you're dead. They say evil deeds live on for a thousand years. You're so wicked, you'll definitely be alright!" Yuechan whispered.

Finally, she decided to stop waiting and leave the valley full of life energy to find a way to revive Lin Fan.

Her first thought was of this small world, where she had once secluded herself with the Immortal King, which showed its extraordinary nature and the great secrets it contained.

"The Land of Reincarnation, could it be that reincarnation exists here?" Yuechan muttered to herself, and began to carefully explore the place.

In fact, this world is vast, and they have only explored less than half of it. Many treasures remain buried deep underground, yet to be discovered.

In some places, even Lin Fan's Heavenly Eye couldn't see through them, shrouded in a mysterious mist, eerie and enigmatic.

However, some clues were still discovered: there was a large tomb of immortals at the foot of the mountain, which may have buried a true immortal.

Originally, Lin Fan planned to explore slowly after becoming a god, but now he has become Yuechan's hope for saving him.

As time went by, Yuechan made a great discovery, gathering herbs that were extinct in the outside world and were not even recorded in some ancient books.

However, she ground all of them into powder and sprinkled it on the charred seeds, trying anything as a last resort.

Furthermore, it's hard to imagine that Yuechan was digging a grave in an ancient cave, covered in dust and her white dress stained with black marks.

"What is this? Could it be... that kind of soil?"

Yuechan was surprised, staring at the special light purple soil on the ground, which was like grains of sand, each one crystal clear.

This soil is magical, accompanied by wisps of mist; it is the essence of heaven and earth, capable of nourishing all things.

But it wasn't the soil that dispersed; rather, it gathered from all directions and disappeared into the purple soil, shimmering with light and color.

(End of this chapter)