Lan Xiaobu committed the locations of all eighteen jade slips to memory, including those from the Reincarnation Saint. Sometimes, you couldn’t afford to let your guard down. The Reincarnation Saint’s alliance with him had always been tinged with hidden agendas.
He refused to accept that in this Six Paths Nirvana Land, others could locate law imprints while he, Lan Xiaobu, could not.
Leaving the canyon behind, Lan Xiaobu chose to comprehend the scattered Six Paths Laws in the vast, boundless expanse of the Nirvana Land. To him, relying on the original Six Paths Nirvana Land to grasp the Entry and Construction Reincarnation Laws posed no issue.
But the Past Life, Present Life, and Future Life Laws were his own, so he could fully derive them through his personal Great Dao. Who could claim that the versions he comprehended would differ vastly from those here?
Since he aimed to grasp the Past Life, Present Life, and Future Life Laws, he’d begin with the Past Life Law. Having been reborn once with his past life’s memories intact, comprehending it might come more naturally to him than to others.
At first, Lan Xiaobu diligently worked on constructing his own Past Life Law. Later, he became completely engrossed in its derivation.
Time flowed by unnoticed until a chilling killing intent snapped him out of his trance. He instinctively dodged, and a dark beam laced with murderous energy grazed past his ear.
Lan Xiaobu halted, realizing the beam wasn’t aimed at him—he’d simply crossed its path.
A disheveled figure bolted toward him, pursued by a red-robed cultivator.
It dawned on him: the dark beam came from the red-robed cultivator, targeting the fleeing figure.
“Fellow blue-robed daoist, help me stop him, and I’ll reward you generously,” the red-robed cultivator croaked, clearly hoping Lan Xiaobu would intercept the escapee.
The fleeing figure was a Second-Turn Saint, average in stature, his aura chaotic from evident injuries. The red-robed cultivator, tall with thinning hair, was a Fourth-Turn Saint.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t block the Second-Turn Saint, instead locking eyes with the red-robed cultivator.
The red-robed cultivator, brimming with arrogance, erupted in fury when Lan Xiaobu ignored him and let his quarry slip away. Without a word, he swung a spiked shovel at Lan Xiaobu’s head—perhaps to him, ants didn’t deserve explanations.
As the shovel descended, the Fourth-Turn Saint’s potent domain sealed the space around Lan Xiaobu.
He assumed Lan Xiaobu’s cultivation couldn’t exceed Third-Turn at most. To him, such a lowly ant daring to defy him, Gu Ting, in the Six Paths Nirvana Land warranted a casual smack. In his mind, anyone weaker than him was insignificant.
But after swinging, he sensed something amiss. His domain should have pinned Lan Xiaobu’s, slowing or freezing him.
Instead, his shovel felt trapped in thick mud—slowing, while his rhythmic essence grew unstable and sluggish. The killing intent faded fast in this mire.
A moment later, a deathly aura engulfed him. A tidal wave of killing intent crushed down, leaving him clueless about where to evade. Worse, the sticky mire hampered his speed.
“Daoist…” he shouted in desperation.
Splat! Blood sprayed as Lan Xiaobu’s halberd cleaved half his body apart.
Only then did the red-robed cultivator break free of Lan Xiaobu’s domain, retreating several miles, pale-faced, his body rapidly regenerating. But it was clear his cultivation had plummeted by more than half.
He didn’t dare flee—he knew escape was impossible.
“Daoist, I was too rash earlier. I apologize,” he said hastily, stowing his shovel and offering an immortal bow.
Regret gnawed at him. Had he not underestimated Lan Xiaobu, he wouldn’t have been so gravely injured.
“Fine, I accept your apology…” Lan Xiaobu’s words eased the red-robed cultivator’s tension.
But before he could relax, the Longevity Halberd’s killing intent locked onto him. A terrifying strike, capable of rending the Six Paths Land, crashed down.
Death loomed, shattering his soul. Too late to resist, he roared, “You said you accepted—”
Before he could finish, the Longevity Halberd split him from his brow.
Splat! Blood burst as his primordial spirit was torn apart by Lan Xiaobu’s killing intent, emitting shrill screams.
“I accepted your apology, not that I wouldn’t kill you,” Lan Xiaobu said, his face impassive, as he eradicated the spirit and swept up the spatial law fragments.
A gateway to a spatial world slowly tore open—the red-robed cultivator’s realm.
Spare him? Lan Xiaobu never considered it. Without his strength, he’d be the one dead. These bastards were never easy to deal with. Once you struck, you finished it cleanly. After Wuliang’s scheme, he couldn’t let this guy outsmart him too.
Piles of divine spirit veins and top-tier materials appeared. Lan Xiaobu, no stranger to riches, swept everything into his Cosmic Dimensional Model without a second thought. A Soul-Nurturing Divine Wood emerged in his divine sense, and he flung a flame at it. The wood shrieked in the fire, turning to ash before uttering a word.
Lan Xiaobu exhaled. He knew it held a sliver of the red-robed cultivator’s remnant soul—a trick for rebirth or reincarnation. Too bad meeting him spelled its end. He had no interest in sparing an enemy.
“Thanks for saving me, daoist,” came a voice. To Lan Xiaobu’s surprise, the injured man hadn’t fled but returned to bow in gratitude.
Unbeknownst to Lan Xiaobu, Xian’s calm facade masked a torrent of shock. Two moves to kill Gu Ting—that strength was horrifying. Even more stunning, this blue-robed cultivator not only slew Gu Ting effortlessly but cracked open his world.
“Why didn’t you escape when you could?” Lan Xiaobu asked, curious.
Xian replied earnestly, “You saved me, daoist. If I fled, how could my conscience rest?”
Lan Xiaobu nodded. “You can go now. I’m leaving too.”
But Xian added, “Are you here to comprehend the Six Paths Laws? If so, I suggest the Three Lives Stone ahead. It’s not just for the Past Life Law—you can sense the Present Life and Future Life Laws too. Go a million miles forward, cross a small wooden bridge, then walk about three million more miles. You’ll see a stone the size of a foot—that’s the way to the Three Lives Stone.”
“Three Lives Stone?” Lan Xiaobu asked, puzzled. The Reincarnation Saint hadn’t mentioned it.
Xian affirmed, “Yes, the Three Lives Laws on the stone are the essence of the Six Paths Nirvana Land’s Three Lives Laws. Gu Ting chased me because I knew about it and he wanted to silence me.”
“You’re not afraid I’ll kill you to keep it secret?” Lan Xiaobu eyed Xian.
Xian took a breath. “My Dao seeks my true heart. If you saved me and I hid something so significant from you, my Dao heart would suffer.”
Lan Xiaobu offered an immortal bow. “I’m Lan Xiaobu. Thanks, daoist. Here’s some of my insight on the Construction Reincarnation Law as a gift.”
He handed Xian a jade slip etched with his insights. People as upright as Xian were rare.
“Thanks, Daoist Lan,” Xian said, bowing and swiftly departing. He didn’t pay much heed to the slip—Construction Law insights were notoriously difficult, sometimes even more so than Reincarnation Laws.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t linger either. With teleportation, he soon stood before a tiny wooden bridge—one meter long, half a meter wide.
His divine sense swept over it—an utterly ordinary bridge. Touching it, he found it made of low-grade immortal materials, devoid of any rhythmic essence. In a place like this, even low-grade divine materials would be ignored, let alone immortal ones.
Who’d be bored enough to leave a miniature bridge here?
