One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

Wang Xuan turned to look at Lu Jin, who was watching anxiously from the side, and calmly said:

"Elder Lu, leave the path after the third level of Reversal of Life to Lu Lin. I have left him all my insights into this method, as well as my rudimentary understanding of 'Reversing the Innate.' How much he can comprehend and how far he can go depends on his fate and destiny."

As a wise old man who had lived for over a hundred years, Lu Jin was extremely perceptive. He immediately discerned a hidden meaning in Wang Xuan's words.

"The road ahead... is entrusted to Lu Lin..." "It's all left to him..." Doesn't this sound like... entrustment and farewell?

"Mr. Wang, what...what is this...?"

Lu Jin's voice trembled slightly, and he looked at Wang Xuan with a questioning look and a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Wang Xuan smiled slightly, a smile that was gentle and detached, as if he were no longer on this shore.

"I'm leaving."

He spoke frankly, his tone devoid of any sorrow or parting, only conveying a sense of relief and tranquility after settling all karmic debts.

"I don't know exactly where I'm going. Maybe it's somewhere far away, or maybe it's on a different level."

However, in any case, I, Wang Xuan, have cultivated the Threefold Reversal of Life of the Three Ones Sect, and through the grace of this method, I have glimpsed the path to the Great Dao.

This departure is uncertain, so I leave these reflections for the Sanyi Sect as a gift from me, Wang Xuan, to the Sanyi Sect.

May this Dharma light be passed down so that future generations can avoid some detours.

These words were spoken sincerely and calmly.

He casually attributed his astonishing achievements to his cultivation of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique, a magnanimity and breadth of mind that filled Lu Jin with awe.

He knew that this was not charity, but rather stemmed from respect for the "Tao" and gratitude for its inheritance.

Lu Jin fell silent.

He looked at Wang Xuan, his heart filled with a thousand words, but in the end, he could only manage a heavy nod.

He understood that at Wang Xuan's level, staying or leaving was no longer bound by worldly sentiments.

This legacy is of paramount importance; it represents the Trinity School and must be deeply remembered.

"Alright, Mr. Lu."

Wang Xuan's voice remained gentle.

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time for me to leave."

Lu Lin seemed completely immersed in the impact of her insights, oblivious to everything around her.

His thoughts were drawn by a powerful force, swimming freely in that deep ocean of insights, unable to extricate himself.

Standing to the side, Lu Jin looked at Lu Lin's focused expression and couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions, and then solemnly said to Wang Xuan, "Let me see you off!"

Although his voice was calm, the emotions it contained were impossible to ignore.

Wang Xuan nodded slightly, saying nothing more, and silently walked out of the hall with Lu Jin, where the atmosphere was both solemn and hopeful.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, creating a unique scene.

An old man and a young man, one a pillar of the old era and the other a pioneer of the new era, their shadows stretched long in the sunlight.

This step seemed to span two eras. Lu Jin knew that once Wang Xuan left, they might never see each other again.

However, what he left to the Lu family and the Sanyi Sect was a future full of infinite possibilities.

Chapter 1 The Kitchen House

1907, Japan, Okutama County, Mount Untori.

The chill of winter had not yet completely faded, and the mountain peaks were still covered with snow, but the air around the Kamado family's hut on the mountainside was particularly solemn and warm due to a devout ritual.

The Kamado family has lived here for generations, making a living by selling charcoal. Because of their connection to fire, they have also passed down their belief in the fire god.

At this moment, night was just beginning to fall and the stars were faintly visible. An ancient fire god ritual was being held in the open space in front of the house.

Because his father, Tanjuro Kamado, died young, his eldest son, Tanjiro, who was only eight years old, took on the responsibility of performing this sacred dance.

The bonfire blazed in the center of the field, the leaping flames illuminating the focused and devout faces.

Tanjiro, dressed in a magnificent ritual robe, gripped the inherited prayer stick tightly in his hand and swung it with great effort.

His movements still carried the immaturity and awkwardness of a teenager, far less fluid and composed than his father's in his memory, as if he could resonate with the flames themselves and dance all day without showing any signs of fatigue.

Tanjiro's forehead and nose were already covered in fine beads of sweat, and his breathing had become somewhat rapid.

But his crimson eyes were filled with determination as he gritted his teeth and persevered with every turn and every swing.

"Tanjiro, come on!"

Mother Kamado Hime gently encouraged him, her eyes filled with both longing for her deceased husband and tenderness and pride for her eldest son's hard work.

"Brother, come on!"

The younger siblings—Takeo, Shigeru, Hanako, and Rokuta, who was still being held in their mother's arms—clapped their little hands with their tender voices, offering their purest support to their dancing older brother.

Nezuko, Tanjiro's eldest sister, also stood beside her mother, her hands clasped together, her eyes full of concern and encouragement.

The warmth and support of his family were like an invisible force, sustaining Tanjiro's weary body.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his movements more precise and expressive, just like his father had done.

However, in this moment filled with peace and piety—

The space not far from the campfire suddenly and violently distorted without warning. The air rippled like lake water stirred by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound like shattering glass rang out from the center of that distorted space, and a dark rift with unidentified arcs of light flickering at its edges suddenly appeared!

The family's laughter and encouragement came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone was stunned by this unimaginable sight. Mother Aoi instinctively hugged young Rokuta tightly in her arms, while the other children hid behind their mother in fear or huddled together.

Only Tanjiro, after the initial shock, had his strong instinct to protect his family overcome his fear of the unknown.

He immediately stopped dancing, took a step forward to block his family from the spatial rift, and gripped the wooden stick used for sacrifices tightly with both hands. Although it was not a weapon, it was the only thing he could rely on at this moment.

His eyes were filled with vigilance, and his body leaned slightly forward like a young beast guarding its nest, his crimson eyes fixed on the rift that seemed to connect to another world.

The next moment, under the horrified gazes of the Kamado family, a figure calmly stepped out from the shattered spatial rift.

The rift behind him silently closed, and the distortion of space quickly subsided, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. But the person who remained in place was undeniably real.

He wore a spotless white Taoist robe, the material of which seemed ordinary, yet it shimmered faintly under the glow of the campfire.

His hair was as black as ink, and his face was young and handsome, but his eyes were so deep that they seemed to contain the stars and the universe, calm and undisturbed, carrying a sense of vicissitude and transcendence that was extremely incongruous with his age.

His aura was harmonious and restrained, as if he were one with the mountain, the snow, and the night sky, yet he also displayed a unique temperament that transcended the mundane.

Since leaving behind his insights on the Triple Rebirth at the Lu family and putting an end to his last ties in the world of Under One Person, Wang Xuan's mind has become clear and open.

He used the [Cross-Realm Talisman], which he had obtained from system check-ins after fully comprehending the essence of "Tao" and had never used before.

He longs to step into a new world where the laws are more perfect and the Great Way is more manifest, to pursue a higher level of scenery.

However, when he stepped out of the spatial passage and his divine sense swept across the surrounding environment like mercury, Wang Xuan fell silent when he sensed a family dressed in Japanese civilian clothes looking at him with a mixture of fear and simple curiosity.

The spiritual energy permeating the air... was so thin it was almost pitiful.

The world's rules and barriers also seemed... unusually fragile. This was definitely not the more suitable blessed land for cultivation he had envisioned.

"It seems like I've stumbled into a rather terrible world..."

A fleeting sense of disappointment crossed his mind, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper sense of calm.

The Great Way is everywhere; even in barren lands, it has its unique aspects that can be contemplated.

The scene was completely silent, except for the crackling of the campfire.

Ultimately, Tanjiro, who had protected his family, suppressed his fear and shock, mustered his courage, and asked in trembling but polite Japanese:

"Excuse me...excuse me...are you...Lord Vulcan?"

In Tanjiro's simple worldview, the only being who could appear beside flames in such a mystical way is perhaps the fire god they have worshipped for generations.

Listening to the boy's fluent Japanese, and seeing their typical traditional Japanese clothing against the backdrop of the snowy mountain environment, Wang Xuan's last trace of uncertainty vanished.

He fell completely silent. Not only had the world changed, but the country he was in had also become Japan, which was just across the sea.

This is quite different from his background in Middle-earth and the modern superhuman society he previously lived in.

His gaze calmly swept over the tense and wary Tanjiro, as well as the women and children behind him who were trembling with fear but couldn't help but peek out out of curiosity.

The disappointment I felt due to my limited understanding of the world quietly dissipated, replaced by a sense of understanding and a touch of pity.

Wang Xuan did not answer Tanjiro's question immediately.

He simply stood there quietly, his gaze passing over Tanjiro and landing on the still-burning campfire, as if sensing the most basic rule of "fire" in this strange world.

His silence and calmness, on the contrary, brought greater pressure to the Kamado family, but also strangely diluted some of their fear—this "person" who suddenly appeared did not seem to have any obvious malice.

Chapter 2 The Timing Was Just Right

The slight dizziness brought on by spatial travel quickly faded away. Wang Xuan's divine sense moved slightly, like the most precise instrument, instantly scanning his connection with the surrounding world.

The power within his body flowed ceaselessly, his understanding of the "Tao" remained clear, and the rules of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius around him continued to respond gently to his will.

"Yes, although the world is different, our strength has not declined."

He knew it.

The laws of this world are indeed relatively weak, and the spiritual energy is far less active than in the world of Under One Person, but this has not affected the performance of his own realm.

What he relies on is no longer just the abundance of spiritual energy in the outside world, but also the harmony between himself and the origin of the Great Dao.

After confirming that he was unharmed, Wang Xuan turned his attention back to the boy who was holding a wooden stick and nervously protecting his family.

I was slightly distracted by the environment and the Japanese I heard just now, so I didn't look at it closely.

Looking closely now, one can see the boy's signature crimson eyes, the faint scar on his forehead, and the unwavering determination in his eyes to protect his family even in fear...

"Isn't this the protagonist of Demon Slayer, the angelic Tanjiro?"

Wang Xuan immediately recognized the other party's identity.

Having lived through the information explosion era in his previous life, he was no stranger to this work.

Thinking of Tanjiro's innocent yet reverent question just now, Wang Xuan couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing, and a faint, slightly playful smile appeared on his face.

"Kid, I'm not the God of Fire!"

He spoke in a calm voice, using standard Mandarin.

However, when this unfamiliar language reached the ears of the Kamado family, it was naturally understood by them.

When one reaches the level of "my mind is the mind of Heaven" like Wang Xuan, language is no longer an obstacle, and the transmission of ideas is far more direct than the sound itself.

This is not magic, but a kind of "comprehension" characteristic that one naturally possesses after ascending to a higher level of life.

The Kamado family, who had become increasingly tense due to Wang Xuan's silence, breathed a sigh of relief when they heard him respond, and his tone didn't seem fierce.

Mother Kui Zhi's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the children's peeking eyes showed less fear and more curiosity.

However, Tanjiro did not completely let his guard down.

As the eldest son in the family, he subconsciously felt that he had to take on the responsibility of protecting his family after his father's death.

He still gripped the wooden stick used for sacrifices tightly, his body slightly shielding his mother and siblings, his crimson eyes intently watching Wang Xuan, trying to discern the true intentions of this mysterious visitor.

Seeing Tanjiro's appearance—clearly terrified but pretending to be calm to protect his family—Wang Xuan's slight disappointment due to his limited understanding of the world was somewhat mitigated by Tanjiro's innocent heart.

He smiled and decided to ease their tension in a more direct way, while also responding slightly to the speculation about "Vulcan".

He casually raised his right hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread. The next moment, something happened that left the Kamado family speechless—

The campfire that had been burning quietly in the center of the field seemed to have been given life, or as if it had been summoned by an invisible force, and suddenly broke free from the pile of firewood.

It transformed into a gentle yet dazzling stream of fire, flying through the air towards Wang Xuan's palm!

The flames hovered steadily about a foot above his palm, condensing into a leaping fireball.

Even more miraculously, this flame began to change shape constantly according to Wang Xuan's will—sometimes transforming into a slowly blooming red lotus.

Sometimes he transforms into a small firebird about to take flight, and sometimes he shrinks into a slowly rotating crimson pearl... The light of the flames illuminates his calm face and white Taoist robe, like a miracle.

"If I had to say..."