As Lan Xiaobu turned to leave, a sudden unease gripped him. Even if this wooden bridge appeared to be a low-grade immortal artifact crafted from basic materials, a cautious person would surely take it. He didn’t buy that everyone shared Gu Ting’s or Xian’s indifference, dismissing it as a mere low-grade immortal tool.
If someone would take it, why was it still here?
Pondering this, Lan Xiaobu probed the bridge with his divine sense again, even using his Soul-Piercing technique. Yet, no matter how he examined it, it remained a simple model made of low-grade immortal materials.
Strange. He began constructing its dimensional structure with the Cosmic Dimensional Model.
As the model formed, he was stunned. The Cosmic Dimensional Model rarely failed to construct a structure, and slow constructions were few. The Great Planetary Art, for instance, still eluded full modeling.
Yet this tiny bridge’s structure built at an equally sluggish pace.
If it were truly just a low-grade immortal artifact, it should’ve completed instantly.
This bridge was no ordinary thing. Realizing its complexity, Lan Xiaobu moved to take it for later study.
But he stopped himself. He’d just reasoned that others might take it—so why was it still here? If he was right, even if he took it, what he’d carry away wouldn’t be the bridge he saw now.
He circulated the Reincarnation Dao Technique from the Reincarnation Dao Scroll, wrapping the bridge in its rhythmic essence. In half a day, a channel formed between his Reincarnation Dao and the bridge.
Eyes closed, he felt himself standing on an endless wooden bridge. Below, roaring waves surged. His divine sense dipped in, evoking countless cycles of life and death—or a sensation of being amid souls struggling to escape the torrent.
Before he could discern more, a chilling, sinister wind swept over him. He shuddered, feeling his soul and primordial spirit teetering on the edge of being swept away.
The Fortune Dao Tree swayed, jolting him awake. His divine sense linked to the Emperor Rest Tree, clearing his hazy mind. He saw the bridge clearly—narrow, with faint characters beneath his feet.
Focusing, the words sharpened as if responding to his attention.
One Breath, One Reincarnation!
A Reincarnation Bridge? Shock coursed through him. He knew the Six Paths Nirvana Land held the Reincarnation Law, but he hadn’t expected it to hide in this tiny bridge. Like the Reincarnation Pool for the Construction Law, this bridge was the imprint site for the Reincarnation Law.
If this was the Reincarnation Bridge, were the surging waves below the Yellow Springs?
His Reincarnation Dao Technique roared to life, stripping the bridge’s Reincarnation essence tethered to the Six Paths Nirvana Land. He understood: without grasping this essence, even if he took the bridge, it would reappear here after he left.
He’d never see it again. The Reincarnation Bridge offered one chance per person—miss it, and the true Reincarnation Law would be lost forever.
Dismissing distractions, Lan Xiaobu let the Reincarnation Law fragments gather around him. As his technique churned, his own Reincarnation Law solidified, merging into the Longevity Art.
Time blurred until, with a clear cry, he stepped forward and swept his hand. A wave of Reincarnation essence, capable of dissolving all life, unfurled.
Under this law, all existence—past, present, or future, no matter how mighty—must cycle through reincarnation.
A fearsome technique, he marveled inwardly. Truly, One Breath, One Reincarnation.
Looking back, the tiny bridge was gone. A faint bridge shadow appeared in his sea of consciousness, the ethereal words One Breath, One Reincarnation hovering above.
Elated, Lan Xiaobu realized he’d grasped the Reincarnation Law. If Xian was truthful, finding the Three Lives Stone and comprehending its laws would complete his mastery of the Six Paths Laws here.
Less than an hour after he left, a robust-auraed woman landed where he’d stood.
She scanned the area, her divine sense sweeping repeatedly, then frowned. “Strange, wasn’t the bridge here? How do I reach the Three Lives Stone without it?”
Like Lan Xiaobu, she’d learned of the Three Lives Stone, with the bridge as a marker.
“Could someone have taken it?” she muttered after searching further.
Her expression shifted as a thought struck.
Right—why hadn’t anyone taken it before? Was the bridge a supreme treasure, claimable only by one who unlocked its secret?
She considered herself a person of great fortune. If someone had beaten her to this treasure, she’d doubt it. Since her debut, she’d never met anyone surpassing her luck.
Following Xian’s directions, Lan Xiaobu teleported. Even slowed by the Six Paths Nirvana Land, he reached a foot-sized stone in half a day.
Without Xian’s tip, he’d have overlooked it. Stones littered the area—most far larger or smaller—but this one was unremarkable.
Thanks to Xian’s warning and his superior divine sense, finding it took little time.
Grateful, he didn’t follow Xian’s advice to step on it and head to the Three Lives Stone.
The bridge had seemed a low-grade immortal artifact but was the Reincarnation Bridge. Could this stone be more than it appeared?
Xian called it a teleportation array to the Three Lives Stone. But after the bridge, Lan Xiaobu suspected this stone was the Three Lives Stone, misjudged as a stepping stone due to proximity.
He circulated his Reincarnation Dao, its essence spreading to envelop the stone.
As the essence clarified and expanded, his surroundings shifted. He stood atop a massive stone, its surface mottled with myriad Reincarnation essences.
He didn’t need his technique to feel his past life or glimpse his future.
The Emperor Rest Tree’s aura flowed, sharpening his clarity. He’d guessed right—this was the Three Lives Stone, not a path to it. Those who saw it as a mere conduit couldn’t grasp its true laws.
Six Paths Law fragments saturated the space, obscuring the stone’s form.
Closing his eyes, he focused on his own Three Lives essence. Past Life fragments split aside, Present Life fragments carved a path, and Future Life fragments gathered elsewhere.
Under his Reincarnation Dao Technique, the endless fragments condensed into laws. Amid them, he saw his past lives, struggled in his present, and yearned for a future surpassing both.
Time passed. The Past Life Law clarified and solidified, followed by the Present Life Law. The Future Life Law lagged but steadily took shape.
His consciousness sharpened, the visions fading. He stood alone on the giant stone.
It bore no words, yet a surge of boldness rose within him. Instead of refining further, he threw a punch.
The Three Lives essence became boundless eons—blossoms wilting, seasons turning. All existence crossed three lives in an instant.
Life and death, nothing more! All crossed by one punch.
One Punch Across Three Lives!
