Chapter 230: A Miniature Puppet!
“True Spirit Projection?”
“Giant Axe Phantom… just who was I in the previous life?”
Doubt piled up in Lu Qingyang’s heart, and at the same time he made a silent resolution. He had to figure out the identity of his previous life.
He not only had to uncover his true identity, but also understand exactly what kind of world this Return to True had brought him to.
If it really was the Primordial World, he absolutely had to find a way to bring back a heaven-defying treasure!
And in the days that followed, Lu Qingyang was just like in the Simulation.
Every day he was absorbed in cultivation.
It seemed that when it came to cultivation, he never tired of it.
Even though the cultivation techniques of this world were extremely crude and primitive, in Lu Qingyang’s hands they were like enlightenment itself, advancing by leaps and bounds.
In just two short years, Lu Qingyang’s cultivation soared to peak Foundation Establishment.
Then, in one stroke, he stepped into the Golden Core.
Half a year faster than in the Simulation.
Except, he also had the same problem as in the Simulation.
From time to time, inexplicable memories would flash through his mind.
This day, Lu Qingyang was absorbed in cultivation.
Suddenly!
A thunderclap exploded in his mind.
“Dong! Dong! Dong!”
Steady footsteps resounded through Lu Qingyang’s mind, one after another.
Then a strange yet familiar image suddenly rushed into Lu Qingyang’s sea of consciousness.
He saw a tall, towering figure, both hands raised high to hold up the sky.
Two enormous, boundless feet planted firmly upon the earth.
It seemed that heaven and earth had been split apart precisely because of this figure’s existence!
“Hu! Hu! Hu…”
“It… it appeared again!”
Lu Qingyang, immersed in cultivation, violently opened his eyes, cold sweat dripping from his temples.
His heart pounded violently, and his clothes were already soaked through.
“This…”
Looking through the skylight above at the peaceful tribe outside, Lu Qingyang sighed deeply.
Ever since the Return to True, over these three or four years, scenes both strange and familiar would surface in his mind from time to time.
Perhaps they were memory fragments from the previous life.
Or perhaps his soul was experiencing some kind of illusion.
Moreover, this phenomenon was growing more and more frequent.
This is probably the aftereffect of my Simulation Talent.
I remember the last entry in the Reincarnated Immortal Sect said, “One grasps the ultimate truth of cultivation, but the soul is highly susceptible to damage.”
Could the soul damage be because of these images?
Lu Qingyang speculated.
His speculation was not without reason, and he was also certain that the figure in the image was very likely the legendary Pangu.
But… just who am I in the Return to True? Could I be the reincarnation of Pangu?
No… impossible. With my attribute level, there’s no way I’d have such a high-tier bonus.
Unless…
Lu Qingyang’s brow furrowed as he sank into thought.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a thick look of shock and terror surfaced on his face.
It seemed he had thought of a certain possibility.
Unless my previous life was a wisp of Pangu’s will?
Just like that one Simulation where I was the Immortal Thought of a True Immortal!
But even a wisp of Great God Pangu’s will is not something my current attributes could start with!
Lu Qingyang shook his head, flinging away that absurd notion.
Forget it, never mind.
Once my cultivation rises in the future, I’ll naturally learn something.
For now, I should just focus on improving my strength!
Lu Qingyang reined in his chaotic thoughts.
He continued to immerse himself in cultivation.
Furthermore, both his parents were True Immortals.
Though they could not be considered anyone important in this world.
But getting Lu Qingyang some cultivation resources was still an easy matter.
Especially Lu Qingyang’s burly father, Lu Hun, who, in order to make his son stronger, did not hesitate to bring out the entire family fortune.
This also caused Lu Qingyang’s cultivation speed to skyrocket!
Almost every day, he made progress.
It was just that the various visions deep in his mind appeared with increasing frequency.
Sometimes they even prevented him from focusing on cultivation speed.
And so, Lu Qingyang endured it all the way to his eighteenth year.
Compared to the Simulation, at eighteen in the Return to True he had already stepped into peak Soul Transformation.
Only one step away from Void Return.
It was also during this year or so that Lu Qingyang finally could no longer endure the various memory fragments in his mind, and walked out of his home.
He planned to travel for a while, to see if he could find something.
And when Lu Hun learned that Lu Qingyang wanted to leave, he was naturally unwilling in every way.
But he could not overcome his son, and could only urge him to be careful in all things.
“And take this too. Below Earthly Immortal, it can help you handle a few encounters.”
Lu Hun pulled a Beast Bone from his chest and handed it to Lu Qingyang.
The Beast Bone looked utterly unremarkable, like the leg bone of an ordinary wild beast.
Except that one end was carved with the character for “Immortal.”
Lu Qingyang took it, and immediately felt a vast pressure emanating from it.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed carefully, and sure enough, he discovered that the Beast Bone contained a boundless Human Immortal power.
“This is the remains of an Immortal Beast?”
Lu Qingyang murmured, shock showing in his eyes.
“Heh heh, this is no ordinary Immortal Beast’s remains.”
“This is the remains left after I slew an Ancient Crane of the Human Immortal level.”
Lu Hun laughed, somewhat proud.
After all, being able to hunt and kill an Immortal Beast of the Human Immortal level was enough to prove his extraordinary nature.
Hearing this, Lu Qingyang was even more astonished.
His father was only a True Immortal, yet he could slay a demon beast of the Human Immortal level. It was clear that his combat experience and strength were both terrifying!
“All right, if you want to go, then go. Be careful along the way, and come back quickly once you’ve had your fill of fun.”
“Wherever you go, remember this: no matter what trouble you stir up, as long as you come back, your father will shoulder it for you.”
Lu Hun patted Lu Qingyang’s shoulder, solemnly admonishing him.
Lu Qingyang was moved. He nodded heavily.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll definitely come back safely.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Qingyang turned and walked toward the outside of the tribe.
But in the very next instant, he suddenly walked back again.
“Dad.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Why did you come back again?”
Looking at Lu Qingyang who had suddenly turned back, Lu Hun was somewhat surprised.
“Dad, I remembered I also have something to give you.”
Lu Qingyang smiled.
Looking at the man before him who, ever since his birth, had been rushing about busily, sheltering him from wind and rain, a warm current surged in his heart.
“What thing? You have something for me too?”
Lu Hun did not understand.
But then he saw Lu Qingyang pull from his waist a palm-sized yet exquisitely crafted miniature humanoid Puppet.
“Father, I made this in my spare time. Consider it a gift.”
“In the future… if there is a chance to meet, take it out.”
The moment the words fell, Lu Qingyang did not look back again, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing in an instant.
Only that Puppet, with “Produced by Chaotian, Always a Masterpiece” carved on its base, bloomed with a soft fluorescent glow in Lu Hun’s hand.
As if recounting the reluctance in its master’s heart…
Will we meet again? Father.
I mean… in the real world.
A gentle curve rose at the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth.
“Hu!”
Qingfeng blew past.
The youth’s figure disappeared without a trace…