"Based on your current situation, you should be able to complete your cultivation. Take the remaining two scrolls.
When you reach the Advanced Level, your Spirit will be complete and you won't have to worry about going crazy.
However, after you reach the seventh level, your future Immortal Cultivation will be cut off. You have to think about whether or not you want to continue, "said the Samsara Temple Master as he glanced at him.
Then, he waved his hand and a ray of light flashed towards Han Li.
Han Li looked down and saw a white jade slip in his hand. It recorded the first two levels of the Art of Cultivating Spirit.
Han Li saluted him and sighed, "In truth, there is only one path before me, and that is to continue cultivating. As for my next life, if I am a mortal, I may be able to reincarnate. However, cultivators like me will one day perish on the path of cultivation. There may not be a chance for me to reincarnate."
"You are very clear about this. In this world, only those who can see through this can achieve the Anatta Realm and reach the Dao Ancestor Realm."
The Samsara Temple Master stopped and looked at Han Li with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed to be hesitating.
Han Li waited for a while. Seeing that the Samsara Temple Master was silent, he said, "I have a question that has been bothering me for many days. I wonder if you can answer it."
"Go ahead," said the Samsara Temple Master.
"When I was at the Nine Origin Temple that day, I'd once seen a woman execute a Reincarnation Technique by Fellow Daoist Jiao San's side. Her appearance and bearing were extremely similar to an old friend of mine. May I know where that Fellow Daoist is now?
May I meet her? "asked Han Li as he glanced at Jiao San.
Jiao San's eyes flashed and he involuntarily took a step back.
"You want to ask if that woman is your Cultivation Companion, Nangong Wan?" asked the Samsara Temple Master coldly.
Han Li was shocked when he heard this, but he maintained his composure. He did not expect the Samsara Temple Master to be so direct.
Jiao San took a deep breath and looked at Han Li.
"That's right, this junior has the same question."
When Han Li said this, he was sure that the woman was Nangong Wan. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked such a question.
"The person you are asking about is right here, but she is not Nangong Wan. To be exact, she is not your Nangong Wan," the Samsara Temple Master said bluntly.
When Han Li heard this, he frowned. When he looked at the Samsara Temple Master, there was already a hint of hostility.
Even though Nangong Wan didn't seem to have any malicious intent toward him from the very beginning and had even given him the two levels of the Spirit Refinement Technique for free, it was a different story if it involved Nangong Wan.
In his entire life, ever since he stepped onto the path of cultivation, he had already established his ambition to live forever. He had given up on many things, and he had also let down many people. However, in the end, there was still a certain bottom line that he absolutely could not cross.
If he lost this bottom line, then he would no longer be himself. No matter how high his cultivation was, even if he coexisted with the heavens and earth, so what?
Nangong Wan happened to be him. She was his reverse scale, one of his bottom lines, and also the softest part of his heart.
"Since that fellow Taoist is here, why don't you ask her to come out and meet me? I will be able to tell whether she is my Taoist companion or not," Han Li said slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Just as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly walked out from behind the stone tablet that had the word "Samsara" carved on it and leisurely walked over.
Han Li looked over and saw that the person was dressed in a blue palace dress. Her skin was as smooth as cream, and she was as beautiful as a fairy. Her slightly pointed chin, delicate nose, and clear and intoxicating eyes were all so familiar to Han Li. He was moved by this and felt an indescribable warmth. Who else could it be but Nangong Wan?
However, for some reason, Nangong Wan's aura had skyrocketed. Although it still seemed a little unstable, it had already reached the Zenith Heaven Realm. What made Han Li feel even more strange was the expression on Nangong Wan's face when she saw him.
There was confusion, doubt, guilt, regret … The only thing missing was the joy of reuniting in life and death!
"What did you do to her?" Han Li suddenly turned his head and asked the Samsara Temple Master coldly.
"Han … Friend Han, don't be angry. The Temple Master, he … he only helped mother recover her previous life's memories," Jiao San could not help but step forward and say.
"Mother?
What mother? "Han Li was stunned and asked in confusion.
As he spoke, he stepped forward and tried to pull Nangong Wan back to his side.
The Samsara Temple Master did not stop him. Jiao San moved his feet slightly, but eventually stopped where he was.
Just as Han Li was about to grab Nangong Wan's soft hand, Nangong Wan subconsciously took a step back. At the same time, she frowned and glared at Han Li.
Han Li's raised hand froze on the spot. He looked at Nangong Wan in disbelief and murmured,
"Wan 'er …"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan's eyes faintly flickered as if she had suddenly thought of something. She raised her head to look at Han Li in a daze, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a lustrous light as if they were filled with countless emotions.
"Mother …" At this moment, Jiao San suddenly called out softly.
Nangong Wan, who was walking towards Han Li, stopped and turned to look at Jiao San.
Jiao San raised his hand and touched his cheek. A black light flowed from his face and a black mask was taken off. Two talismans flew out from behind his ears and for the first time, his face was revealed without any concealment.
Nangong Wan saw this and came to Jiao San's side. After looking at him for a moment, she suddenly burst into tears.
"You are Jiu Zhen!" She looked at Jiao San's face in surprise and murmured.
Vaguely, she could feel the bond of blood between them.
Jiao San nodded and tears rolled down his cheeks. He cried silently.
Han Li's heart sank as if it had been smashed by a huge rock. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the Samsara Temple Master.
He asked slowly, "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing, I just returned her lost memories and cultivation to her," the Samsara Temple Master said calmly.
Jiao San had never seen such an expression on Han Li's face. He could not bear to see this and said, "Temple Master, you used the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc to help her regain her memories from her previous life. She is my mother, Gan Rushuang."
"Gan Rushuang … what does that have to do with me?
I only know that she is my cultivation partner, my wife, my Nangong Wan! "Han Li shouted angrily.
At the same time, a golden light shone from his body and he released the Time Spirit. A golden wave of air rushed out from his body and forced Nangong Wan and Jiao San to take a step back.
However, the Samsara Temple Master was unmoved. He waved his hand and a ray of reincarnation light swept past. The power of the Law of Time that Han Li had released was swept back into Han Li's body and disappeared without a trace.
When Nangong Wan heard this shout, her whole body shook, and the memories of her two lives seemed to rush into her Knowledge Sea. Her face twisted, and she held her head with her hands. Then, she collapsed to the ground in pain.
Han Li's heart tightened and he was about to rush over to her, but the Samsara Temple Master was one step faster. He came behind Nangong Wan and held her back with one hand and gently caressed her head with the other.
As a ray of light flashed, the painful expression on Nangong Wan's face gradually disappeared and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.
"The memories of this life and her previous life resurfaced at the same time. She has just regained her original strength and can't take it," the Samsara Temple Master said as he stood up and handed Nangong Wan over to Jiao San.
"Her previous life is the past. What right do you have?
What right do you have to help her regain her memories? "Han Li clenched his fists. His knuckles turned from green to white. He was extremely angry.
"Because she is also my wife, my only Cultivation Partner," the Samsara Temple Master said calmly.
He said coldly.
Han Li and Jiao San were shocked when they heard this.
"Jiu Zhen, didn't you ask me who your father is and where he is?" the Samsara Temple Master said slowly as he turned to look at Jiao San with love in his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took off the black bamboo hat that he always wore on his head. He removed the concealment technique and revealed his face.
At that moment, the Samsara Temple Master retracted all his pressure.
The moment they saw the Samsara Temple Master's face, Han Li and Jiao San's eyes widened. They both felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Under the bamboo hat, the Samsara Temple Master had an ordinary face. His eye sockets were slightly deep and his eyes were as black as ink. He was not as old as Jiao San had thought. On the contrary, he had the face of a Youth with a high nose bridge.
However, his face was exactly the same as Han Li's!
"Who are you?" Han Li instantly unleashed his time domain, and he asked in a questioning manner.
Since he'd started cultivating until now, he'd experienced all sorts of strange things that caused one's imagination to run wild. However, he'd never experienced something that shocked and astonished him to the extreme like what he'd seen and heard today.
His Cultivation Partner had suddenly become someone else's Cultivation Partner, and this person looked exactly like him.
This was not a disguise or any other secret technique. This person looked exactly like him. No wonder he felt that this person gave him a sense of familiarity.
If not for the fact that the aura of the Nomological Laws was completely different from his own, Han Li would have thought that the person standing in front of him was his doppelganger.
"I am me, and you are you. I am Han Li, and you are Han Li," the Samsara Temple Master sighed and said slowly.
"What the hell is going on?"
Jiao San felt as if all his strength had been sucked out of him. He held Nangong Wan in his arms and murmured in confusion.
"I am also Han Li. I am just a Han Li who reversed time and returned to the past. I gave up on time and practiced Samsara," the Samsara Temple Master said slowly.
Jiao San's face was filled with shock, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
"If you are Han Li, then … who am I?" Han Li could not help but take a step forward and point at the Samsara Temple Master.
His mind was in a mess and he could not calm himself down to think about what was going on in front of him. However, there was a strange connection that made him believe the moment he saw the Samsara Temple Master's face that this person was not a doppelganger, not an incarnation, and not a Corpse Decapitation Master. It was him.
Even though their Nomological Laws were completely different, the strange connection between them could not be wrong.