Chapter 582
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Chapter 582: Exchange of Life
“Swap lives?”
Tang Yusheng furrowed his brows, “Whose life do you want to swap?”
Ye Fan fell silent.
Wang Qing seemed to remember something, “When we awakened, we felt a brand new fluctuation of laws. Someone must have taken that step. Are you trying to save him?”
“Yes.” Ye Fan nodded, “He is the first Sword Immortal of Daxia, who, after slaying the gods, transcended into the Dao.”
Nie Jinshan shook his head, “Transcendence is irreversible. Since he has already transcended, his soul will inevitably merge with the world’s laws. Even if you swap lives with him, he won’t be able to return.”
“He hasn’t fully merged with the world’s laws yet.” Ye Fan said firmly.
Seeing the confusion in everyone’s eyes, Ye Fan continued, “Five years ago, I established a special research team under the Night Watchers, using existing intelligent technology to simulate the situation of humanity after breaking the ceiling…
After years of research, we have preliminarily deduced that the soul’s transcendence after breaking the ceiling is not instantaneous; it is a process that requires time to integrate. We have calculated the speed of the soul’s merging with the world’s laws, which takes about 24 hours.
Right now, he still has a quarter of his soul that hasn’t been merged with the world’s laws.”
After hearing Ye Fan’s words, curiosity appeared in Tang Yusheng’s eyes.
“Has technology developed to this extent now? But how did you come up with the idea to conduct this research?”
Ye Fan seemed to recall something, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“Because that year, I saw him.” Ye Fan said, “From the moment I laid eyes on him, I had a premonition that he would be the first to break the ceiling and reach that realm…
So, after I returned from the local restaurant that day, I began to establish the research team, using him as a template to calculate the unknown possibilities.
I wanted to pave the way for his future.”
Ye Fan lowered his head, looking at the heart in the coffin and the sword, and slowly spoke:
“He did it. He became the Sword Immortal of Daxia, slaying gods and transcending… Now, it’s my turn.”
Tang Yusheng seriously reminded him:
“Swapping lives means your soul will also completely merge into this [Life-Transferring Pearl]. You won’t be able to anchor your soul to objects, nor can you remain as the fifth commander of the Night Watchers, transforming into a heroic spirit to rest within the national fortune, nor can you enter reincarnation…
You will be completely obliterated.”
“I know.”
“Is it worth it to use your own life to exchange for a quarter of his soul?”
“Yes.” Ye Fan said calmly, “A quarter of the Red Dust Sword Immortal far exceeds any human ceiling. If my life can bring back a Sword Immortal for Daxia, then what does it matter if I am obliterated?
Moreover…
I owe him this.”
As Ye Fan’s words fell, the entire Buddhist hall fell into a dead silence.
The six heroic spirits looked at Ye Fan, who stood before the coffin, their eyes reflecting complex emotions.
“This calamity of Daxia has passed, but for humanity to truly stand up, we are still one step away…” Ye Fan extended his hand, pointing at the heart in the coffin,
“That is him.”
“Since I, Ye Fan, took on the role of the fifth commander of the Night Watchers, I have been paving the way for all of Daxia. Now that this path has been laid, we only lack the final stepping stone…
This stepping stone is my life.
I must complete everything I have prepared. I want to give Daxia a foothold in this dangerous and desperate foggy world, a place for humanity to settle!
I want to let those outer gods know…
Human strength can also triumph over heaven!”
Ye Fan clasped his hands into fists and deeply bowed to the six heroic spirits.
“My mind is made up. Please forgive me, esteemed seniors…”
Ye Fan grasped the string of prayer beads tightly, suddenly exerting force to crush them. The splintered beads pierced his flesh, creating deep wounds, and the ghastly bloodstains beneath the bead fragments began to burn strangely.
Golden flames danced in the Buddhist hall, quickly spreading across his body. Under this fire, the dark red cloak turned into specks of golden ash, disappearing into the air…
The heroic spirits silently watched this scene, not stepping forward to stop him. Since this was the path Ye Fan had chosen for himself, they could not interfere.
This was the greatest respect for him.
…
Outside the Buddhist hall.
On the stone steps.
An electric cart carried two people to the foot of Jiuhua Mountain.
Lu Wuwei, dressed in a yellow delivery uniform, got out of the car, pulled out the key, locked the wheels, and looked up at the towering mountain.
Guan Zai stood silently at the foot of the stone steps, lifting the brim of his cap to gaze at the temple atop the mountain, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Is he up there?”
“Yes.” Lu Wuwei nodded.
Guan Zai’s brows furrowed tightly, his knuckles tapping in the air, lines of code swirling around him. His body sank slightly, then he suddenly exerted force with his feet!
Boom—!
He shattered the step beneath him, his figure darting up the stone steps like a startled swan, leaving behind a trail of afterimages!
“Ye Fan!!!” His roar echoed in the sky.
Lu Wuwei pulled a small yellow duck from the drawer of the electric cart, slapped it onto his helmet, and followed closely!
Zuo Qing, who was sitting on the last step in front of the temple, heard this voice, frowned slightly, then slowly stood up from the step.
On the mountain path, two figures hurriedly approached along the stone road!
Guan Zai rushed up the stone steps, and in his eyes, the temple grew larger and larger. Just then, his brows also furrowed.
At the end of the stone steps stood a young man draped in a dark red cloak, empty-handed, gazing down the mountain path, seemingly lost in thought.
He stood at the temple’s entrance like a gatekeeper.
Guan Zai stopped on the last few steps.
“I recognize you. You’re the high-ranking Night Watcher beside Ye Fan. Your name is…” Guan Zai began to recall the young man’s name.
“Zuo Qing.” He said, “Director of the Special Operations Division of the Night Watchers, Zuo Qing.”
“Ye Fan is in the temple behind you.”
“That’s right.”
“Let me pass.”
“No.”
Upon hearing this response, Guan Zai’s brows furrowed even tighter.
“Do you think… you can stop me?” Guan Zai’s eyes narrowed, and the pressure of a human ceiling-level presence suddenly descended, instantly overwhelming the entire stone path.
Zuo Qing bore this pressure without any change in expression. He stood quietly, slowly speaking:
“I can’t stop you, but I must.”
Boom—!!
Zuo Qing’s body suddenly erupted with powerful pressure, colliding with Guan Zai’s mental force. The silent shockwave swept through the trees on both sides of the stone steps, causing them to rustle!
Half-step human ceiling.
