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Li Xiaonan floated in a state of unconsciousness, eyes closed, drifting aimlessly...
Suddenly, a head emerged from the void, belonging to a cold-faced man with an eagle-like nose.
He curled his lips and shook his head, sighing, "Truly, karma is relentless! In my past life, I deceived countless women, and now I've become a fellow willing to die for a woman!"
His words were enough to shock anyone who heard them.
His voice was deep and weathered, reminiscent of a cracked enamel pot.
If Li Xiaonan were conscious at that moment, he would be even more astonished, for this voice had echoed in his mind multiple times; it belonged to the mysterious elder.
"Alas... enough of that! I'll lend you a hand. If you can't become a god, then at least become a Buddha!"
The Cold Man flicked his fingers, sending a pure stream of Buddha's Vital Energy into Li Xiaonan's Dantian.
The damaged Seven-Level Pagoda trembled gently, slowly rising from the Dantian. The layers of the pagoda began to unfold, no longer appearing flattened.
"Whether you can become a Buddha depends solely on your own fortune. This bit of Buddhist power is what you once gave me; now I return it to you. As for whether the little fellows inside the tower are willing to save you, that's up to them!"
The Cold Man stroked his chin and added, "By my calculations, you owe me two pieces now! Hmm... two pieces is quite a lot! How should I spend it? Hehe..."
A series of chuckles echoed in the air as the speaker vanished, leaving behind the Seven-Level Pagoda spinning like a small top.
Golden light illuminated Li Xiaonan's face, which appeared pale and unhealthy.
"Ding!"
With a soft sound, one hundred eighty million Buddha's Envoys suddenly appeared beside Li Xiaonan.
Thanks to that single pure stream of Buddha's Vital Energy, the Buddha's Envoys were reborn once again.
The leader, Qian Feng, draped in a red cassock, stood beside Li Xiaonan and said, "Amitabha, the Bodhisattva sacrificed himself to save us and all beings. Amitabha, it is truly shocking!"
The Buddha's Envoys nodded repeatedly.
Hiding in the shadows, Cold Man rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "These Buddhists are still so naive!"
This guy had no idea what righteousness meant in his past life, and it was the same in this one!
In his previous life, he only knew about cultivation; in this life, he only cared about women. The ones he wanted to save were those women—what did that have to do with you?
It was me who saved you! It was I! Supreme Soul!
If it weren't for waiting for you to use the reincarnation technique to save him, I would have come out long ago and beaten you all up!
The man with the hooked nose was none other than the true master of the Soul Ring and the founder of the Martial Soul Technique—Supreme Soul himself.
With a cold appearance and a violent temperament, he was definitely someone who preferred to solve problems with force—not just any person, but a god!
He scratched his chin and stared intently at Qian Feng.
He watched as Qian Feng took out a Muyu and began to tap it slowly, reciting, "We are willing to use all we have to achieve the Bodhisattva's connection, transcend the Six Paths, break the cycle of reincarnation, and be reborn anew!"
One hundred eighty million Buddha's Envoys echoed in unison, "Transcend the Six Paths, break the cycle of reincarnation, be reborn anew, and achieve Buddhahood!"
Golden light radiated from each Buddha's Envoy, cascading down upon Li Xiaonan.
The golden glow adhered to Li Xiaonan's skin, slowly moving until it gathered at the crimson mark between his eyebrows.
His body gradually grew larger, transforming from a translucent form into a solid entity.
Li Xiaonan finally broke through the barrier that prevented him from condensing his Divine Body; he once again possessed a physical form.
The multitude of Buddha's Envoys chanted a Buddhist invocation in unison as golden light sprinkled down onto Li Xiaonan's body.
The Seven-Level Pagoda, suspended in mid-air, lost all its radiance and shrank to the size of a palm, landing on Li Xiaonan's navel.
The Martial Soul reappeared in the void, this time not just a head but a complete figure.
He wore a white shirt and jeans, dressed like a modern Earthling, with a canvas bag slung across his body.
No matter how you looked at it, he was clearly a modern person.
He shook his head as he gazed at the bare Li Xiaonan. Reaching into his bag and rummaging around for a moment, he finally pulled out a Cassock and said, "Consider yourself lucky; I haven't pawned this Buddhism treasure yet. You can wear it for now."
He tossed the Cassock, which seemed to come alive, attaching itself to Li Xiaonan's body and ultimately transforming into an ordinary white robe.
The Martial Soul nodded and laughed, saying, "Haha! You owe me... um... five bucks! Altogether... two plus seven... um... in short, you owe me a lot of money! Old friend, don’t say I’m not generous; I’ll send you off!"
With both hands forming a seal, Li Xiaonan transformed into a beam of white light and vanished into the void.
In the Underworld Yama Palace, Lu Nishang paced back and forth, murmuring, "Where is Brother Xiaonan... Brother Xiaonan... Brother Xiaonan..."
Sitting opposite her, the Demon Emperor kept his head down, not daring to speak.
He had confidently assured Lu Nishang that as long as Li Xiaonan activated the Ghostly Treasure Ring, he would definitely return safely.
Yet now it was he who sat here unscathed, while every second waiting for Li Xiaonan to appear from the rift felt like torture.
"Lu Ni Chang, stop pacing; Xiao Nan will definitely come back!" Yuan Xian'er said with a frown.
"But why hasn't he returned yet? Fei'er, have you divined anything? Is Brother Xiaonan still alive?"
Fei Ji sat on the ground, staring at the three worn coins with a furrowed brow. After a long pause, she sighed and shook her head. "I don't know; I've never seen such a strange divination. It says it's a dead end but is full of vitality! It suggests he's alive... yet..."
Lu Nishang suddenly jumped in front of Fei Ji, kneeling on the ground with her eyes fixed intently on the Three Mystical Coins. "Why don't you try again?"
Fei Ji nodded. In this hour alone, she had divined thirteen times, each reading yielding the same result.
Due to the depletion of her Magic Essence, beads of fine sweat emerged on her wheat-colored skin, and her complexion paled slightly.
Yuan Xian'er frowned and intervened, "Fei'er, stop divining. You can't handle it anymore. Lu Ni Chang, calm down. Fei'er has done this so many times, and the result is always the same. Although Xiao Nan hasn't returned, at least we know he is still alive! As long as he is alive, he will definitely come back to us!"
Lu Nishang nodded blankly, "Yes! Brother Xiaonan said he would marry us; he wouldn't go back on his word! He won't abandon us!"
Fei Ji slowly raised her head, lightly biting her full lips, and looked gratefully at Yuan Xian'er. "Sister Xian'er, I can do this. Let me try one last time! If something happens to Xiao Nan, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life!"
"This has nothing to do with you, Fei'er. Don't take the blame upon yourself. If Brother Xiaonan dies, then I will go with him!" Lu Nishang's expression turned cold.
The Demon Emperor opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to say the words "You mustn't."
Fei Ji gently pressed her light purple lips together and nodded. With a flick of her right hand, she stored the coins in the turtle shell and began to shake it gently.
"Gurgle! Gurgle!"
Yuan Xian'er and Lu Nishang held their breath; apart from their own heartbeats, the only sound they could hear was that dull noise.
"Clatter!" Three copper coins fell from the turtle shell.
Fei Ji focused her gaze and exclaimed joyfully, "Great! We've turned danger into safety! Xiao Nan must still be alive! So… wonderful..."
A wave of dizziness washed over her heart as she softly leaned forward.
"Fei'er!" Lu Nishang exclaimed anxiously, rushing forward to catch her in her arms.
"Dad! Come quickly and see what's wrong with Fei'er!"
The Demon Emperor wore a pained expression, still lost in his own frustration and regret.
Lu Nishang scolded, "Dad! Dad!"
"Huh? What's wrong with this Little Witch?"
"Dad, you're really going to drive me crazy! Come quickly and see what happened to Fei'er!"
"Oh!" The Demon Emperor dared not utter a word of rebuttal. He placed a hand on Fei Ji's wrist and said, "It's nothing, just that True Essence has been overexerted. Let her rest for a bit."
At that moment, in another realm, Li Xiaonan woke up.
He opened his eyes, his clear gaze filled with a sense of confusion.
He lightly rubbed his aching temples and looked at the endless yellow sand, murmuring to himself, "Where is this? I... uh..."
He shook his head and slowly stood up, his steps a bit unsteady. He looked up at the sky; it was dark and starless, with only a bright red disc hanging in the distance, which could either be the sun or the moon.
He remained silent for a long time before saying, "Who am I? How did I end up here?"
Li Xiaonan had been reincarnated. Although he had transcended the cycle of reincarnation, the memories of his past had faded from his mind.
Now he was like a blank sheet of paper, completely erased clean.
All memories of Earth and those of the Starry Illusion Continent had vanished into the cold wind and sand, leaving not a trace behind.
He even couldn't recall how to cultivate the Martial Soul Technique or the Harmony Technique; naturally, he had forgotten about the Divine Body and Divine Infant as well.
The only thing that still existed was the Spirit Tree in his Spirit Platform, laden with fruit and dazzlingly beautiful.
Li Xiaonan walked dazedly in one direction, numerous sacred sounds echoing in his mind.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself: What are these? They sound so comfortable and familiar...
He frowned slightly as some ancient memories began to surface like a treasure chest being slowly opened.
Clenching his fist and striking his palm, he exclaimed, "I've remembered! My name is Nameless! I have an older brother named Dustless!"
Li Xiaonan grinned foolishly with squinted eyes, looking around as he spoke to himself, "There's such heavy evil energy! Where exactly is this? Where's my brother? No... it seems I've forgotten some very important people and things... Who exactly am I?"
He furrowed his brow and knelt once more in the desert, desperately rubbing his hair, yet he could not recall that once-familiar name—Li Xiaonan.
"Hey! Someone's here! Haha, it's a person! Let's eat him!" A Two-Winged Imp flew by, looking at the curled-up Li Xiaonan and cheering.
Li Xiaonan suddenly looked up in shock, exclaiming, "A demon! It's actually a demon!"
"Of course! This is the Demon Realm; I am definitely a demon. Come on, little white boy, let me swallow you whole! I'll treat you well!"
"Don't be rude! Om Mani Padme Hum!" Li Xiaonan pressed his palms together and recited the Six-Character Great Bright Mantra.
"Ah! You are... you are one of the Buddhists!" The Two-Winged Imp transformed into a wisp of blue smoke and drifted away with the wind. At the same time, a golden light descended upon Li Xiaonan.
The vermilion mark on his forehead flickered, and his beautiful eyes appeared even softer. He murmured to himself, "This is the Demon Realm? Amitabha, if I do not enter hell, who will? Let me liberate these demons!"
Li Xiaonan set off in search of direction. Wherever he encountered demons, he would recite those six words, guiding them along the way. The Buddhist light surrounding him grew ever more radiant, shining like a beacon in the dark Demon Realm, attracting more demons.
On this day, as he leaned against a dilapidated stone tablet to rest, suddenly with a loud "bang," a dark object fell right in front of Li Xiaonan.
He couldn't help but frown and looked up at the sky, muttering, "Did something just fall from the heavens?"
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