Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 358 Three Years Against the Current

With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the wonderful world of Chapter 358, "Reversing the Flow of Three Thousand Years".

"Reflecting a shadow of the present... echoing the path of the past... so that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Chen Anran's heart began to pound violently.

"I can go back... I can go back..."

He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the narrow room.

His breathing quickened, and a burning light flashed in his eyes.

"If I can go back to before they disappeared, prevent them from entering the array's sensing range, or... or even destroy the blood pool directly, even if the earth's veins tremble, even if the spiritual energy goes berserk—I will take them away..."

He clenched his fists.

"Yes, that's it. Let's go back now—"

Just as Chen Anran reached out to take the ancient jade with the marks of time from the display case, he suddenly stopped.

No, that's not right.

Where is the eldest sister?

If he went back a few days and saved the second and third senior sisters, what would happen to the eldest senior sister?

Chen Anran's divine avatar slowly released its grip. The ancient jade floated in the air, its eerie light still shining, as if awaiting his decision.

To save them together means to change something more fundamental—to change the eldest sister's obsession that she has been plotting for three thousand years, and to change the "cause" of the existence of the "Soul-Severing Reverse Source" formation.

But a crazy idea, like a spark bursting from the darkness, ignited in Chen Anran's mind.

If... it's not like going back a few days ago.

Instead, it goes back to an even earlier time.

Let's go back to the time before the eldest sister made the vow that "there are no immortals under heaven".

Let's go back to when she was just "Su Wan," not the "tomb keeper" who had lived for three thousand years.

Let's go back to the starting point of all the tragedies.

"Three thousand years ago, in the Great Qian Dynasty..."

The dejection and lifelessness in Chen Anran's eyes receded like the tide.

Instead, there was a light that was almost burning.

He stared intently at the few lines of text that clearly appeared on the "Time-Traces Ancient Jade," each word like a branding iron, burning into the depths of his soul.

"The size and number of items that can be carried, as well as the number of people, are determined by the wearer's spiritual energy strength when going against the current."

"I'm not the only one..." he whispered, his voice hoarse, yet like a taut bowstring, brimming with power, "able to bring people... even... the entire sect..."

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and his chest heaved.

The vast amount of information about the "Soul-Severing Reverse Source" formation that had been forcibly implanted into his mind was no longer a cold shackle, but rather a clear pattern on a chessboard.

Having the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his own hands—what does that mean? It means that the massive amount of spiritual energy required to activate this "Ancient Jade with Time Marks" is no longer impossible for him!

He could even vaguely sense that if he could fully mobilize the spiritual energy of this world, which was currently sealed by the formation but was actually under his control, its power would probably far exceed his imagination!

An unprecedented and outrageously audacious plan instantly took shape in his mind.

It's not about going back to a few days ago, futilely struggling and resisting the already predetermined "result" by the blood pool.

Instead, we go directly back three thousand years to the "cause" before everything had even happened!

Go back to when the eldest sister wasn't yet the "gravekeeper," when she was just "Su Wan," when the heavy, suffocating obsession of "there are no immortals under heaven" hadn't yet taken root, or... when there was still a chance to be reversed!

"The Great Qian Dynasty..." Chen Anran murmured, repeating the unfamiliar name of the dynasty, his eyes gleaming.

A completely unfamiliar era, a history buried in dust. To go there alone is like a blind man walking in the night, fraught with unpredictable danger.

He needs eyes, arms, and the strength to fight alongside him and to lean on his back.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the spatial barriers of the Museum of Evolution, landing on the silent mountains of the Cloud Hidden Sect, and on the resort at the foot of the mountains that had returned to calm but was also caught up in this storm.

Huiming, Qi Lan, Lingdang Shitou, Fatty Li, Zhao Mengmeng, Lin Xiaoman... and the Feng family, the Jiang family, even Shen Zui from the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, and Master Tianbao from Maoshan...

Some of these people are loyal, some are kind-hearted, some owe favors, and some... may also want to go to new places, under new rules, and find different paths.

He can't go alone.

He wanted to bring with him the "roots" of the entire Yunyin Sect, as well as the people he respected on this land!

Once this idea takes hold, it spreads like wildfire and can no longer be contained.

Chen Anran stood ramrod straight in the Museum of Evolution. He took one last deep look at the "Ancient Jade with Time Marks" that shimmered with a faint glow, as if trying to etch every line of its design into his very soul.

Then, he withdrew from this space of consciousness.

In the real world, the room remained dark.

But Chen Anran is different.

He pushed open the door and went out.

It was already afternoon, but the sunlight in the mountains was warm and not glaring. Chen Anran squinted, adjusting to the change in light.

A moment later, Chen Anran looked up and saw that the square was empty, the palaces were silent, and the mountain gate was tightly closed.

Everything was the same as before he "went in," yet everything was different.

"Lu Kong." He spoke, his voice not loud, but almost the instant his words fell, a figure quietly emerged from the shadows at the mountain gate, took a few steps to stand in front of him, and bowed in greeting.

Lu Kong smiled and said, "Uncle-Master, have you figured it out?"

Chen Anran looked at him but did not tell him what she was going to do next, because Chen Anran was not sure whether she should bring Lu Kong along.

"You don't seem to be too affected by your master's death."

A breeze picked up in the square, not strong, but carrying the unique coolness of the mountains, swirling a few fallen, withered leaves across the stone pavement.

Lu Kong's faint smile remained unchanged after hearing Chen Anran's question, but his gaze deepened. He didn't answer immediately, but instead looked up at the distant, layered green mountains, as if gazing into the far past.

"Uncle-Master," he withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Anran again, "I have lived for over two thousand years and have witnessed too many partings. Master's choice was the 'optimal solution' she determined after exhausting her years and weighing the options repeatedly. For her, it was not 'death,' but 'returning to her rightful place,' the completion of her mission. In my heart... there is melancholy, there is reluctance, but more than anything, there is a kind of... peace that has settled."

Chen Anran remained silent upon hearing this, and after a moment said, "Go down the mountain and invite the Feng and Jiang families, as well as Qi Lan, Daoist Tianbao, and Shen Zui, to come here. Also, have Fatty Li, Xiao Ling'er, Zhao Mengmeng, and Lin Xiaoman return to the mountain."

Lu Kong didn't ask any further questions, but solemnly replied, "Disciple obeys."

As soon as Lu Kong left, Chen Anran headed towards the side hall halfway up the mountain.

When Huiming saw Chen Anran return, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"A real person."

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