Chapter 747: Chapter 292: 128,000 Eyes_2
This is just an ordinary butterfly.
"Is there anything subtle I’ve missed?"
He prepared to count again, suddenly seeing swarms of butterflies, flying over the distant horizon, appearing in the sky here. They looked like the same species as the previous butterfly.
He let out a sigh of relief,
"Seems like it’s a local species."
Countless butterflies flew over his head, disappearing into the white frozen ground.
He didn’t waste any more time and, following the guidance of the fixed-track instrument, set off to find Yan Hui.
...
On a mountain at the northernmost part of Ji Continent, there is a simple little Daoist Temple.
On the courtyard wall beside the main gate of the temple, a half-white, half-black Yin Yang Cat lay lazily, dozing with its paws tucked under its body. When it saw someone coming, it merely squinted its eyes slightly, without making any moves.
Fan Wubing glanced at this Yin Yang Cat and quickly counted again... it was an ordinary cat.
The temple door was not closed. He looked inside and immediately saw clothes being aired in the yard and dried goods and wax goods hanging from the eaves.
"It seems quite lively." he thought.
A voice came from inside the temple,
"Fan Wubing! Come in quickly."
Upon hearing this, Fan Wubing’s heart skipped a beat... he had been discovered! This voice was Yan Hui! How strong must he be to have immediately seen through my concealment?
Just as he was about to lift his concealment and walk in, he suddenly saw the Yin Yang Cat on the courtyard wall stand up, stretch lazily, and trot into the temple while meowing.
Then, he heard Yan Hui’s cheerful voice, "Good Wubing, good cat, good cat!"
Fan Wubing was speechless.
Oh, he was calling the cat!
Suppressing his frustration, he walked into the temple, seeing Yan Hui sitting in front of the god statue in the main hall, with the Yin Yang Cat acting spoilt. Looking up, the statue wasn’t anyone else... it was actually Yan Hui himself.
Yan Hui was humming a tune of unknown origin happily,
"Langdang lika langdanglang~"
"Hey, in a good mood, huh?"
"Dang—ah!" Yan Hui suddenly stiffened, slowly turning his head to see Fan Wubing leaning against the side of the courtyard gate, smiling at him.
Yan Hui jumped like a cat whose tail was stepped on, instinctively wanting to slip away.
Fan Wubing laughed, "Don’t run away."
Yan Hui forced an awkward smile, then quickly switched to a welcoming expression,
"Oh, it’s you, Young Master Fan, come in quickly, let’s warm up by the fire. It’s cold outside."
Fan Wubing entered the main hall and sat by the fire, looking at Yan Hui with an ambiguous smile.
Yan Hui’s throat moved a bit,
"It’s been over thirty years since we last met. Young Master Fan’s power has deepened."
Fan Wubing smiled, "I still haven’t properly thanked you for what happened at the Sea of Eternal Life."
"No need, no need. It was a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. If Young Master Fan came for this matter, then Yan Mou would really be embarrassed." Yan Hui said with a smirk.
"So, should I get straight to the point, or beat around the bush?"
Yan Hui scratched his head, "Let’s beat around the bush first."
Fan Wubing then asked, "Why did you pay such a great price back then to give me a chance at survival?"
Yan Hui said awkwardly, "Isn’t Young Master Fan being straightforward now, not beating around the bush?"
Fan Wubing smiled more broadly, "The mountain I want to see isn’t just this mountain."
Yan Hui, feeling guilty, said, "Well, we knew each other, after all, for... friendship?"
Fan Wubing smiled but said nothing.
There was no way he would believe that.
"Really, I assure you! I think Young Master Fan is a great person, better than anyone else I’ve ever met! That’s why I did it. Besides, isn’t foreseeing fortunes and misfortunes exactly what it’s for?"
Fan Wubing squinted his eyes, asking again,
"Then why didn’t you die? Qingyao told me she saw you shatter into pieces, vanishing completely."
Yan Hui’s honest features raised, "Maybe just lucky?"
Fan Wubing just squinted his eyes, staring at him.
The pressure of the gaze grew heavier and heavier, making Yan Hui breathless in no time. He said dejectedly,
"Okay, I actually have an immortal body."
Fan Wubing slightly closed his eyes, "No matter what, I have to thank you."
"No need. To be honest, your fate intrigued me, and that’s why I decided to do it. I didn’t want you to be killed by the heavens... that would be too boring."
"Fate... So, what do you use to see a person’s fate?"
Yan Hui seemed to have let go of a burden in his heart, his demeanor becoming more relaxed,
"Isn’t that why you came?"
Fan Wubing asked, "Can I assume that you were actually here waiting for me?"
"You see the world clearly, your wisdom knows no bounds, but there’s always a cloud over your head." Yan Hui shooed the cat from his lap, "Wubing, get off."
Fan Wubing remained expressionless.
Yan Hui realized, awkwardly saying, "It was subconscious, subconscious, no other meaning."
"Whatever you name your pet is your business."
"Then... please, come with me."
Yan Hui led Fan Wubing through the backyard of the temple, opening a door.
In the moment of walking through this door, Fan Wubing saw a lead-gray plain, immediately feeling a vast pressure, as if the entire universe was collapsing toward him.
"What is this place?" he asked.
Yan Hui said, "The pole of the world. If you compare this world to a ship, then this place is the anchor, embedding the world in the void, keeping it unmoved. Thus, the entire universe revolves endlessly around this point."
"Is this... the center of the universe?"
"Yes."
Fan Wubing was a bit amazed, "This is different from the universe I know."
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