After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

"See, it's that simple."

Lin Fan said that under the moonlight, those people seemed to have never existed.

Ye Buzheng looked at Lin Fan, completely shocked.

Lin Fan smiled faintly.

"Actually, besides reading books, you can also reach the Celestial Realm and the Dao-Severing Realm by chopping wood."

Do you want to learn?

Lin Fan asked.

Ye Buzheng looked at Lin Fan and fell into a long silence before finally nodding heavily.

"You should learn."

After saying that, he walked out of the house, stood in front of Lin Fan, bowed and knelt down, and performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows, thus performing the grand ceremony of becoming a disciple.

Lin Fan shook his head.

"I don't accept apprentices."

Ye Buzheng looked up, his face blank with surprise.

"But I can teach you."

"Haha, Ye Buzheng, it seems you're not entirely without ambition after all. How can a person live a life without striving for anything?"

"To contend with others, to contend with Heaven, that is true cultivation."

Lin Fan said, and Ye Buzheng stared at him blankly, seemingly trying to understand Lin Fan's words. Finally, he nodded very seriously.

"Master is right."

"You should call him 'sir'."

"it is good."

……

Ye Buzheng couldn't sleep that night. He stayed by his mother's bedside and talked with her all night long. They talked a lot, as if they had told him about half of his life.

When dawn broke, his mother patted his head and looked at the white-robed scholar in the courtyard.

"Xiao Zheng, go ahead."

He nodded, got up, and walked into the courtyard to stand in front of Lin Fan.

"Sir, I'll leave Xiaozheng in your care."

The woman's voice came from inside the room. She struggled to stand up from the bed and then bowed solemnly to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan nodded with a smile.

With a wave, he and Ye Buzheng arrived at the mountain, the place where Lin Fan first saw him, a place filled with trees.

"Do you remember me saying that even chopping wood can lead to a saintly realm?"

Lin Fan said, looking up blankly.

Can chopping wood lead to the realm of a saint?

Isn't it the Celestial Realm?

"Watch this cut carefully."

Lin Fan ignored him, took the woodcutter's knife from Ye Buzheng's hand, and slashed at the boundless sky and earth in Ye Buzheng's bewildered gaze.

"boom!"

The sky collapsed, the void vanished, and a bottomless gap appeared, followed by the towering mountains before us.

It split in two in an instant.

Ye Buzheng was stunned.

"Have you remembered it clearly?"

Lin Fan asked, and he shook his head.

Lin Fan then placed another finger on his forehead, imprinting the knife mark into his soul, so that he could practice it for him at all times.

"You'll get the hang of it after a few more tries."

Lin Fan said, and returned the wood-chopping knife to him.

The ordinary wood-chopping knife suddenly emitted a Daoist light, which vanished into the knife in an instant.

This wood-chopping knife has become heavy.

Ye Buzheng had a feeling that if he wanted this woodcutter's knife, it could be as heavy as Mount Tai, or as light as a feather.

He knew that this wood-chopping knife had been transformed into a Taoist weapon.

"Thank you, sir!"

He bowed to Lin Fan again, a bow that came from the bottom of his heart, a heartfelt expression of gratitude and respect.

Lin Fan nodded.

One day, from morning till night, as the sun rose in the east and set in the west, Ye Buzheng kept chopping down trees here, repeating the same cut over and over again.

When he returned to the cabin, his eyes were already shining, and the woman on the bed also showed excitement.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

This continued unabated; Ye Buzheng was completely absorbed in it, as if possessed.

Finally, at sunset, he unleashed a single, breathtaking strike that astonished the entire forest; with that single strike, the world shone with light.

"My cultivation has been restored."

He stood there, speechless.

He was originally at the first level of the Divine Platform Realm, but now he has fully recovered, and he even feels that he is about to break through.

But what excited him most was that he had finally sketched out the basic shape of that cut and strand.

Even in its rudimentary form, it can split mountains.

"Congratulations."

Lin Fan appeared, looked at him, and smiled.

He quickly bowed to Lin Fan.

Although the master did not accept disciples, he only allowed him to address him as "Master," but he regarded the master as his teacher, for "a teacher for a day is a father for life."

"Ye Buzheng, what are you planning to do next?"

Lin Fan asked.

Ye Buzheng's expression hardened.

"What does the gentleman wish to avoid arguing about?"

Lin Fan smiled.

"Follow me down the mountain."

"it is good."

He replied without the slightest hesitation.

Then he bid farewell to his mother and followed Lin Fan down the mountain. Lin Fan drew a circle in the air, encircling the entire mountain, and then the mountain disappeared from the sight of the world.

Ye Buzheng stared in shock at the scene.

"They didn't really disappear; it was just a smokescreen, a little trick."

Lin Fan said, then took another step through the void, pulling Ye Buzheng into the shattered void.

"The Great Avenue of Space..."

He murmured to himself that he did not understand the Great Dao of Space, but he had read some introductions about the Great Dao of Space in the imperial library of the Qin Dynasty.

The Great Dao of Space, the most powerful Dao in the world, among all races and countless geniuses of the Xuanhuang Great World, throughout the ages, only a handful of people have been able to comprehend it.

This is an incomparably powerful path, and everyone who can comprehend the Great Dao of Space is an unparalleled being.

But the gentleman understood.

He was somewhat dazed, wondering what kind of person this gentleman was.

"Qin Capital!"

Suddenly, the shattered void solidified again, and the world before him appeared, bringing back countless memories.

This is actually the capital of the Qin Dynasty.

"How's it going? Does it feel familiar?"

Lin Fan asked.

Along the long street, there were only a few scattered people, and conscription notices were posted everywhere, creating a desolate scene.

Ye Buzheng was somewhat dazed.

"Things are different here now."

He said he had been on that mountain for three years and didn't know what had happened in the world.

"Of course it's different. The Qin Dynasty is about to be destroyed. Have you forgotten what the person who wanted to kill you said?"

Lin Fan said, leading Ye Buzheng through the Qin capital.

The glorious Qin Dynasty is gone, leaving only desolation, but within the imperial palace of that Qin Dynasty, people still vie for power and profit.

"The country is on the verge of collapse, and the people are suffering terribly, yet they still dream of the throne."

Lin Fan shook his head slightly.

Ye Buzheng listened to Lin Fan's words with an expression of disbelief.

"Is he really going to die?"

He asked, and Lin Fan knew who he was referring to.

He was the Qin Emperor who had once ascended to the sacred realm, a true half-saint.

"Go and see for yourself if you want to know."

Lin Fan said, and in just a few steps, the two of them arrived at a deathly palace.

In the center of the palace, a man stood silently, gazing at the vast sea, his life force long since withered away.

"He's dead?"

Ye Buzheng said in disbelief.

This is the Human Emperor, the backbone of the Qin human race, the faith that supports their war against the sea tribes.

He died quietly in this great hall.

Lin Fan remained silent, then pointed a finger into the air.

"Backtrack!"

Space splits, time rewinds, countless scenes flash before my eyes, finally settling on one image.