Luo Qingyao was surprised, "You calculated even this?"

The Daoist was internally shocked, "Are you kidding? How could you be a Foundation Establishment Golden Core, you’re clearly a Great Sword Immortal! A Great Sword Immortal not even fifty years old!"

Immediately afterwards, he realized this, his pupils shrinking, and his whole being leapt up, transforming into a streak of light, breaking through the Daoist Temple and fleeing directly from the place.

Sword patterns flashed through Luo Qingyao’s eyes, with a shadow of dark green appearing at the corners.

A flying sword shot out from her brow, tracing the route on which the Daoist fled.

The flying sword was incredibly fast, instantly reaching the Daoist’s back, and with one more intense tremor, it accelerated again, piercing straight through his shoulder. The Daoist gritted his teeth, deeply shocked in his heart, "So strong! Is this the Immaculate Sword Body? Damn it! It’s not yet time to reveal myself!"

His right hand, with six fingers, suddenly broke one off. The severed finger gouged open a hole in space, then his entire being quickly twisted and compressed into a black dot, diving into the hole. The momentum of the flying sword entered the hole, intending to tear it apart, but no sooner had it entered than a formidable will crushed it.

Below, Luo Qingyao was no longer in the Daoist Temple, or rather, there was no Daoist Temple in this county town at all. Realizing this, she had come to see what exactly was going on. Once she arrived, she discovered the Daoist Temple was fabricated by that Daoist, and even the Daoist’s face was fabricated.

Luo Qingyao frowned, "To think he could use Space Skills. What is the will behind that space passage?"

She left a trace of her presence in this small county town, indicating that she had been here, and then she left.

This was her last stop in the Divine Wood Province; next she would head to the Taiping Continent.

This world was vast,

she was almost always on the move.

...

It was much like witnessing the passage of time through the perspective of the Great Wilderness Cyan Dragon Horn, but also very different.

The two are not contradictory.

He was still in perspectives that didn’t belong to him, and there were so many that they could be described as the perspectives of "all beings." Through these perspectives, he witnessed events happening all over the world.

Such vast affairs played out by cultivators were not new.

Love, hatred, struggle, cultivation, survival, seeking the Dao, seeking immortality.

There were so many perspectives he could see that he couldn’t tell who he was. Because among so many perspectives, not one truly belonged to him. He felt that he was now like a lodger in the soul spirits of all beings, unable to interfere, but occasionally gaining some freedom in the dreams of unguarded children.

He was often asked by the children, "Who are you?"

This question was really too hard for him, and he couldn’t think of any ideas at all. He felt he should have existed, but he couldn’t remember who he was.

So, he usually answered, "I am you." He truly thought so, believing that he was a part of them.

Such words, of course, children could not understand, so they would just laugh and ask, "Then who am I?"

This question, though it carried a certain philosophical intent, he understood, was nothing more than a reflection of the children’s innocent curiosity.

His usual answer was, "You are the dawn of the future."

This, children understood even less. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In dreams, he would often discuss with them the usual questions children have, such as how humans exist, how life is formed, how many stars are in the sky, how many creatures are on the ground, why people need to eat, why people need to sleep, and whether the knowledge in textbooks is endless...

He tried his best to answer them.

More and more, he felt that this might also be answering himself.

Until one day, he began to actively think.

"Could I be a being just like them?"

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but ponder further, "What is life, ultimately?"

So he gave that child this answer,

Life is physical form; vitality is the soul spirit. The fusion and resonance of body and soul is life;

Life is the entity of existence; vitality is the way of change, to exist and to change is life;

Life is vital energy; vitality is the Dao, this is life, this is vitality, feeling the vital energy of the world, savoring the great Dao of all beings, is life;

"Life! Life!"

"Physical form! Physical form!"

"Soul spirit! Soul spirit!"

"Great Dao! Great Dao!"

He grew increasingly clear on these concepts, as if he had indeed experienced them once.

From that moment on, he stopped appearing in the children’s dreams and began to seek his own past.

He gradually concentrated all the perspectives he possessed, transforming them into a perspective that belonged to him.

This process was initially very laborious for him.

Because he needed to establish something "from nonexistence to existence."

Until one day, he suddenly saw something very peculiar, like a floating frame in front of his eyes, with a line written on it—

[Name: Fan Wubing]

Seeing this line, he couldn’t help but wonder, "Am I called Fan Wubing?" As soon as the doubt arose, it was immediately confirmed. He was absolutely certain, "I am Fan Wubing!"

Once he had a name, everything became smooth.

The most crucial link of "from nonexistence to existence" was resolved.

Once born, it would blaze like fireworks.

Fan Wubing found more and more that belonged to him, increasingly clear. Like a bee, he constantly gathered the nectar named "I" from the perspectives of all beings, hoping to one day turn it into rich honey and taste that sweetness.