In legend, this world is supported by a River of Time, its currents guiding the world's flow. By harnessing the power of the Spring Autumn Cicada, one can swim against these currents, returning to the past.
Opinions on this rumor vary widely. Many do not believe it, while others hold their doubts.
Almost no one is truly convinced.
This is because using the Spring Autumn Cicada requires the ultimate price: one's life and all their cultivation must be sacrificed to fuel its power.
Such a cost is prohibitively high, and even more troubling is the uncertainty of the outcome—often, one pays with their life without knowing what will result.
Even those who possess a Spring Autumn Cicada dare not use it recklessly.
What if the rumors are false, merely a deception?
If Fang Yuan weren't desperate, he wouldn't have used it so hastily.
Now, however, Fang Yuan is a firm believer.
The undeniable fact before him leaves no room for doubt: he has indeed been reborn!
"It's just a pity to lose such a fine Gu; it took the slaughter of hundreds of thousands, drawing the ire of heaven and the hatred of men, and untold hardships to refine..." Fang Yuan sighed inwardly. Though he was reborn, the Spring Autumn Cicada did not come with him.
Humans are considered the most intelligent beings, while Gu are the essence of heaven and earth.
Gu are myriad and diverse. Some can be used once or a few times before dissipating completely. Others, if not overused, can be utilized repeatedly.
Perhaps the Spring Autumn Cicada is one of those consumable Gu that can only be used once.
"Even if it's gone, I can always refine another. If I could do it in my past life, why not in this one?" Despite the loss, Fang Yuan's heart surged with ambition.
Being reborn, the loss of the Spring Autumn Cicada was acceptable.
Moreover, he carried with him a treasure far greater than any Gu: his five hundred years of memories and experiences.
His memory holds countless treasures yet to be discovered, events that allow him to grasp the course of history with ease, and numerous figures—some reclusive elders, some prodigies, some not even born yet. He also carries the weight of five hundred years of arduous cultivation and rich combat experience.
With these, he holds the advantage and the initiative. To dominate the mortal realm and revisit the grandeur of a demonic giant is entirely within reach, perhaps even attaining higher realms.
"So, how should I proceed..." Fang Yuan collected his emotions, contemplating in the night rain by the window.
The more he thought, the more complex it seemed.
After a moment, his brow furrowed deeper.
Five hundred years is a long time. Setting aside the blurred, hard-to-recall memories, even those remembered treasures and chances of fortune, while plentiful, are often leagues apart or require specific times to access.
"The key issue is still cultivation. Currently, without even starting my cultivation path, I am but a mortal. I must quickly begin cultivating to increase my power, seizing the initiative before history repeats itself, to reap as many benefits as possible."
And many secrets require sufficient cultivation to utilize; otherwise, they're more a curse than a blessing, a cause for calamity.
Cultivation stands as Fang Yuan's first challenge.
He must quickly enhance his cultivation; proceeding slowly as in his previous life won't do.
"To swiftly advance, I must leverage the clan's resources. With my current state, I lack the ability to navigate the perilous mountains— even a common wild boar could end me. Reaching the third rank as a Gu Master would grant me the basic ability to defend myself and travel this world."
From the perspective of a demonic great who's endured five hundred years, Qingmao Mountain is trivial, and the Gu Yue fort feels more like a cage.
Yet, as much as a cage restricts freedom, its sturdy bars also offer a measure of safety.
"Hmph, for a short while, I'll make do in this cage. Once I advance to a third-rank Gu Master, I'll leave this desolate place. Fortunately, the Awakening Ceremony is tomorrow, and soon after, I'll begin my official journey as a Gu Master."
Thinking of the Awakening Ceremony, long-sealed memories resurfaced in Fang Yuan's mind.
"Aptitude, huh..." Looking out the window, he couldn't help but sneer.
Just then, the door gently opened, and a young boy entered.
"Brother, why are you standing by the window in the rain?"
This boy was slightly shorter and thinner than Fang Yuan, with a striking resemblance to him.
Fang Yuan turned, a flicker of complexity crossing his face.
"It's you, my twin brother." He slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression returning to its usual indifference.
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In the annals of legend, it's said that a River of Time underpins the world, guiding its flow. Utilizing the power of the Spring Autumn Cicada allows one to travel upstream against this flow, returning to the past.
This tale has met with mixed reactions from the public. Many are skeptical, others tentatively believe, but almost no one fully embraces the notion as truth.
This skepticism largely stems from the steep price of using the Spring Autumn Cicada: it demands the sacrifice of one's life and all their cultivated power as fuel for its activation.
This cost is exorbitant, deterring most. Moreover, the outcome remains uncertain even after such a monumental sacrifice, making it even less appealing.
Hence, those in possession of a Spring Autumn Cicada seldom dare to use it whimsically, for fear that the rumors are merely fabrications or elaborate traps.
Fang Yuan, driven to the brink, was not so cautious in his use.
Now, however, his belief is unshakable, fortified by undeniable evidence before him. He has indeed been reborn.
"It's a shame about losing such a precious Gu; acquiring it initially required monumental efforts, including actions that drew widespread condemnation and hardship..." Fang Yuan lamented internally. Despite being reborn, the Spring Autumn Cicada did not accompany him.
Humans are considered the pinnacle of creation, while Gu represent the essence of the natural world.
Gu are myriad in their forms and functions. Some may only be used once or a handful of times before disintegrating. Others, if not excessively exploited, can serve their purpose repeatedly.
Perhaps the Spring Autumn Cicada falls into the category of consumable Gu, destined for a single use.
"Even so, another could be crafted. If I could manage it in my previous life, why not now?" Despite the loss, Fang Yuan's spirit remained undiminished, filled with soaring ambition.
To be reborn was worth the loss of the Spring Autumn Cicada.
He possessed a treasure far beyond any Gu: his five hundred years of memories and experiences.
His mind held untapped treasures, major events yet to unfold, and countless personalities—some elder hermits, some prodigious talents, some not yet born. He also retained the hardships of five centuries of cultivation and a wealth of combat knowledge.
Armed with these, he held strategic advantages and foresight. Dominating the mortal realm and reviving the grandeur of a demonic giant were well within reach, perhaps even ascending to loftier realms.
"How to proceed, though..." Fang Yuan composed his emotions, pondering in the night's rain by the window.
The complexities seemed endless.
After deliberation, the enormity of recalling five hundred years' worth of memories weighed heavily on him. Not to mention the blurred or forgotten memories, even those clear in his mind, like hidden treasures and fortuitous encounters, posed challenges due to their scattered locations or specific timing for access.
"The crux of the matter remains my cultivation level. Currently devoid of any cultivation, I am but a mere mortal. It's imperative to commence my cultivation journey posthaste, to seize any advantage before history repeats itself, securing as many benefits as possible."
Many hidden treasures, if beyond one's cultivation to assimilate, become liabilities rather than assets.
Cultivation emerged as Fang Yuan's foremost challenge.
He must elevate his cultivation level without delay; a slow start, as in his last life, would not suffice.
"To expedite my cultivation, leveraging my clan's resources is essential. My current state leaves me vulnerable in the treacherous mountains; even a common wild boar could pose a lethal threat. Achieving the third rank as a Gu Master would at least afford me the basic means to protect myself and traverse this world."
Viewing Qingmao Mountain through the lens of a demonic lord lived over five centuries, it seemed insignificant, and the Gu Yue clan more a prison than a sanctuary.
Yet, this prison, while confining, also offered a semblance of safety through its secure confines.
"Hmph, for the time being, I shall tolerate this cage. Once I attain the third rank as a Gu Master, I'll depart this backwater. Fortunately, the Awakening Ceremony is imminent, marking the beginning of my formal cultivation journey."
The thought of the Awakening Ceremony stirred long-dormant memories within Fang Yuan.
"Aptitude, indeed..." He sneered at the thought, gazing out the window.
At that moment, the door opened quietly, and a young boy entered.
"Brother, why stand by the window in the rain?"
This boy, slightly shorter and slimmer than Fang Yuan, bore a striking resemblance to him.
Fang Yuan turned, a complex expression fleeting across his face.
"It's you, my twin brother." His eyebrows lifted slightly, returning to his customary aloof demeanor.