Chapter 842

Chapter 842: Butcher Li Ascends, Thunder-Linked Great World

“Big shot, may I ask who you were in your past life?” Xu Fan asked, even though he wasn’t familiar with many great beings from the Immortal Realm.

Hearing Xu Fan’s words, Butcher Li gave a simple, honest smile.

“No need for formalities, Grand Elder. It’s just that I’ve gained some memories, but they haven’t taken over who I am.”

“I’m still the same Butcher Li.”

That genuine smile reassured Xu Fan that Butcher Li hadn’t changed.

“I don’t know exactly who I was, but I do know I have many enemies. Once I return to the Vast Thousand Realms, I’ll hunt them down one by one.”

As soon as Butcher Li finished speaking, a deafening thunderbolt cracked across the sky.

It felt as if the entire Feiyu Realm had been jolted awake by the thunder.

“Since you have enemies, and you’re one of the Hidden Spirit Sect’s own, I can’t just stand by.”

Xu Fan quickly picked out three thunder-aligned celestial tools from his collection.

“Time is short, so I can only offer you these lower-tier celestial tools,” Xu Fan said, handing them over.

Butcher Li didn’t hesitate. He accepted the three celestial tools and clasped his hands in gratitude.

“I’ll remember this favor,” Butcher Li said.

Xu Fan could see that Butcher Li was slowly being shaped by the memories surfacing in his mind. Once those memories fully took hold, the name Butcher Li might fade away entirely.

“Grand Elder, thank you for looking after Lei Hu all these years,” Butcher Li said, his expression softening as he mentioned Lei Hu.

“Lei Hu is a disciple of our sect. He always has been, and he always will be,” Xu Fan replied firmly.

Butcher Li understood Xu Fan’s meaning and thanked him again.

“I don’t know when I’ll return, or if I’ll ever be able to repay your kindness, Grand Elder.”

“But if fate allows, you can find me in the Thunder-Linked Great World—if I’m still there,” Butcher Li said, his voice tinged with melancholy.

“Do you really have to ascend to the Upper World?” Xu Fan suddenly felt that Butcher Li’s situation seemed off.

“I have no choice. I must go,” Butcher Li, also known as Li Xingci, said with unwavering resolve.

“Then I wish you the best of luck.”

At that moment, the sky above the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake erupted with lightning and thunder.

The entire lake was enveloped in thunderclouds.

Within the clouds, lightning dragons soared, countless in number, as if awaiting their master’s return.

The lightning dragons then converged, forming a grand thunder-aligned sect gate.

A staircase made of lightning dragons extended directly into the Hidden Spirit Sect.

“Grand Elder, I must go now. If fate allows, we’ll meet again,” Butcher Li said, stepping onto the staircase of lightning dragons.

As he reached the midpoint, he turned back, his gaze lingering in the direction of Li Lei Hu.

Li Lei Hu stood atop the highest peak, tears streaming down his face as he watched his father ascend the staircase.

At that moment of parting, words failed, and only tears spoke volumes.

Butcher Li finally waved towards Li Lei Hu and stepped into the Thunder Path Sect.

The Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake returned to its calm state.

“Lei Hu, let’s head back. If we focus on our cultivation, we’ll surely meet your uncle again in the Immortal Realm,” Lin Mo Wan said.

Li Lei Hu nodded, unsure when he’d see his father again after his ascension to the Upper World.

His father’s parting words had felt like a final goodbye.

Xu Fan gazed at the spot where the sect had vanished and remarked, “In the Thunder-Linked Great World, it seems his son will have his hands full in the future.”

“As a disciple of our sect, I’ll do my part to help him find his father,” Xu Fan added.

“Grape, summon Li Lei Hu.”

“As you wish.”

Soon, Li Lei Hu stood before Xu Fan.

“I pay my respects to the Grand Elder,” Li Lei Hu said, his eyes slightly red.

“Everyone has their own path, just like your father,” Xu Fan said.

“Grand Elder, do you think my father will return?”

“If he doesn’t, can’t you go find him?” Xu Fan countered.

“But my father said I can’t seek news of him in the Thousand Worlds until I become a Golden Immortal,” Li Lei Hu said, his voice tinged with defeat.

Once the pride of his family, he now felt powerless, realizing even his closest kin couldn’t help.

“Before he left, your father told me about a place called the Thunder-Linked Great World.”

“So focus on your cultivation. Once you become a Golden Immortal, you can search for him.”

“I called you here to give you a boost,” Xu Fan said, placing a hand lightly on Li Lei Hu’s Heavenly Spirit.

In that instant, Xu Fan grasped the potential of Li Lei Hu’s Sacred Body of Thunder.

“Go back now. In six months, visit the Sutra Pavilion to receive a new thunder technique. From then on, you’ll focus solely on that,” Xu Fan instructed.

The technique Li Lei Hu had been practicing was outdated, something Xu Fan had devised long ago. His father’s ascension had reminded him of this.

“Thank you, Grand Elder. I’ll dedicate myself to cultivation when I return,” Li Lei Hu said, bowing deeply.

“You may go.”

Another day passed, and above the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, Xu Fan sat on a spiritual boat, drifting with the wind as he performed Spirit Cut.

“Butcher Li is gone,” Spirit Cut sighed, feeling as though a great opportunity had slipped away just as it was forming.

“Don’t be sad. You’ll see your good brother again,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

“Now that he’s awakened his past memories, is Butcher Li still the same?” Spirit Cut wondered, shaking his head.

He’d seen reincarnations before, and the cruelest part was the loss of the personality born in this life.

“There are always exceptions. Though I can’t predict everything, judging by his son’s features, it seems there’ll be a family reunion, a happy ending,” Xu Fan said.

He’d called Li Lei Hu over not just to assess the Sacred Body of Thunder but also to observe his features.

“Really?” Spirit Cut asked, half-doubting.

“Would I lie to you?” Xu Fan chuckled.

Just then, in the distance, Wang Yulun, who was fishing, hooked a prehistoric giant beast.

It looked like a dragon, but its face was covered in eyes.

Its massive, abyss-like mouth split into four parts, sending shivers down anyone’s spine.

“Star, put it back! What is this thing?” Wang Yulun exclaimed as the beast lunged toward the Hidden Spirit Sect.

“On it, godfather,” Star replied, pulling a boulder the size of a small mountain from his storage ring and hurling it at the beast.

With a single strike, the Great Ascension-stage beast was knocked out and dragged by Star into the still-open space crack.

“We have creatures like that in the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake?” Spirit Cut exclaimed, shocked. He’d spent years secluded in the Hidden Spirit Sect, rarely venturing out, all to break through to the invincible realm.

“If you fish with Wang Yulun long enough, you’ll see even stranger things,” Xu Fan said with a grin.

“The world is vast and full of wonders,” Spirit Cut mused.

As they spoke, Xu Fan continued deducing the technique for Li Lei Hu’s Sacred Body of Thunder.