Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

[The second-generation Xu Hui declared that the path of forgetting the Dao would thus spread, encompassing heaven and earth.]

Standing nearby, holding a mudra, he mentally depicts the eldest disciple of the prestigious family, Yu Shou.

[The mind is perceived to be influenced by invisible and intangible factors.]

[This is not a distortion or falsification.]

Instead, it directly erases all related concepts at the conceptual level, leading to forgetting.

The clear light and divine aura surrounding his eyes flickered.

[Realizing the absurd nature of this suddenly appearing young man's path.]

I understand your plan to resist the calamity and return to the human world.

Seize the last moment to regain your composure.

[With a uniquely clear voice, he urged, "Yujing, hurry up."]

You took one last look at the second-generation Xu Hui.

That warm and radiant smile.

[He nods in greeting to his senior brother.]

[Turning around abruptly, enveloped by the path of oblivion.]

[Walking towards the lofty gate depicted by idealism.]

The heavy, solid door creaked open.

A beam of white light suddenly burst forth.

The blinding white light obscured my vision, making it impossible to see my surroundings.

You follow the guidance of the idealistic gate.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like traversing an eternity.

【suddenly.】

The fine, pattering raindrops rustled through the leaves and murmured as they fell into the stream...

The white light before my eyes gradually dimmed.

[The tranquil mountain forest, bathed in the soft glow of rain, comes into view.]

[A long-awaited glimpse of human life.]

It gives you a feeling of being in another world.

[Immediately review the gold-level entry "Sending Off the Final Journey".]

[See the list of characters that can currently be summoned above.]

[Besides the already summoned first-generation Pang Hai, first-generation Xu Hui, first-generation Zuo Shi, first-generation Shang Qingdai, and first-generation Lü Zhen.]

[The use of names has fallen into a gray area.]

[A new name has also appeared.]

[Zhang Bingcheng, and the second-generation Xu Hui.]

You breathed a sigh of relief.

[It seems the gold-level keyword "sending off on the final journey" includes a definition of "sending off".]

It is not absolutely linked to the concept of 'death'.

[Situations like that of the second-generation Xu Hui go far beyond death.]

This also meets the criteria for "sending someone off on their final journey."

【That's good. 】

Your gaze falls on the three large golden characters of "Zhang Bingcheng".

A slight, irrepressible smile curved his lips.

That was anticipation, playfulness, and eagerness.

During the battle in the central courtyard, you did not summon the old Taoist priest to fight.

Because of the life-or-death struggle at that time.

[This is a calamity of slaughter.]

[Unable to resist the impending massacre, simply disrupting the balance of power is meaningless.]

On the contrary, they entered a state of mindlessness.

[Have unwavering faith in your backup plan.]

This is how the path of change began.

[Act by doing nothing.]

【Now……】

"Master, wait a little longer. Once I have attained enlightenment, I will lead you to truly turn the world upside down..."

The smile that appeared on your lips gradually turned cold.

[I looked up at the sky, obscured by rain.]

The black-themed phrase "The heavens are dead" evokes a sense of grandeur and power.

That's daring to challenge even the heavens to their doom.

[A new spirit has emerged in this world.]

[Abandoning oneself, shattering the heavens.]

You suppressed the surging emotions within you.

[The second-generation Xu Hui erased your traces in the world by using the path of forgetting.]

Do not let negligence attract the attention of the heavens.

[Let Huizi's efforts be in vain.]

[Just play it safe for now.]

[Once you hear the Dao and understand the unpredictable path, then you can give it your all.]

[Fortieth year, age fifty-six.]

Forgotten by the world, you crossed the gates of idealism and returned to the human realm.

The drizzling rain, mingled with the slight chill of autumn, was a welcome sight.

Walking along the rugged mountain path, gazing out from the cliff, the rain has washed away the vibrant red maple leaves covering the mountains.

The majestic city is nestled against Zhenwu Mountain and bordered by the Xiang River.

[Xiangyang City.]

Returning to this familiar place after a long absence, your emotions are complex.

The figure in the flowing black robe seemed otherworldly.

[Soaring through the air, it traces a hazy, indistinct path.]

The city bustled with people, but the light rain added a touch of tranquility.

Street vendors hawk their wares, while pedestrians hurry by with umbrellas in hand.

Even if the world forgets you, your very existence will be affected.

[This caused your unique, ethereal beauty to be overlooked by those who passed by.]

You walk along the long, bluestone-paved street, like a solitary passerby, watching people come and go.

[Walk around aimlessly and leisurely.]

Unbeknownst to you, you followed a familiar path and climbed the mountain.

[Looking up at the solemn and dignified main hall atop the mountain.]

[The Celestial Master's Mansion.]

You snapped back to reality, a wistful smile appearing on your face.

Walk along the long bluestone steps.

[The Taoist priest in meditation, the elder preaching the Tao, the pure-hearted Taoist novice...]

Everyone ignores your existence.

[You enter the back mountain, and the eldest brother's courtyard is still clean, clearly someone cleans it regularly.]

The second senior brother's courtyard was resplendent in gold and jade, its glazed tiles gleaming year-round.

Incense smoke curls from the ancestral hall, and the eternally burning lamp flickers.

You cross the threshold and enter.

The three incense sticks you lit back then still remain, but affected by the forgotten path, the wisps of black smoke have retreated and receded eerily.

[The master was killed and left unattended on a long table.]

They studied the ancestral tablets.

[Obtained the black keyword "Death," transforming the Broken Mirror Eye into the Eye of Slaughter.]

[Witnessing the ancient era when immortals wielded the power of life and death.]

[This has lifted the fog surrounding your perception of your master's murderous intent.]

[Given enough time to contemplate this, perhaps one can truly use it to pinpoint the source of the power to kill.]

[Through contact with different authorities.]

[This will help you understand the true nature of this power that governs the rules.]

[It cannot be contained by anything tangible.]

Only with the support of various conditions such as realm of understanding, rank, and compatibility.

Only then can one sense authority and comprehend its power.

Furthermore, authority is an ancient and fundamental principle.

[Whether it exists in the high heavens or reigns supreme on earth, it may have existed in the past or it may exist in the future...]

[It's even like the authority of the underworld.]

[Its destruction dissipated into the remaining powers.]

[Smack!]

Suddenly, the memorial tablet that had been studied in front of the murderer began to move and turn, facing the temple gate.

[Buzz...]

Lost in thought, you are awakened by the soft chant of Jian Er, who hangs at your waist.

[Then he gazed intently at the ancestral tablet of Zhang Xun.]

The familiar, once-disliked yet now-close relationship has faded.

[Simply by virtue of its lofty and magnificent status, it instills a terrifying sense of oppression in you.]

Like the silent gaze of the heavens, its majestic power commands all beings to bow their heads.

[This was the first time I saw Zhang Xunzhi, the patriarch, in such a serious state.]

This demonstrates the significance of the ancestral tablets enshrined at the Celestial Master's Mansion more than 9,000 years ago.

Like a child in the royal family, they will never understand the authority of their elders.

The only way is to replace the mortals' aspirations.

Only then did I realize the majesty of the heavens.

[You used to be a direct disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, carefree and playful, acting as you pleased.]

Although Zhang Xunzhi's ancestor expressed disdain, he remained tolerant.

At this moment, you are forgotten by the world.

Sensing your own magical sword, Ancestor Zhang Xunzhi looked down at you.

That contradictory perception.

This naturally attracted the attention of this powerful figure who dared to research methods for killing his master.