Chapter 748: Chapter 292: 128,000 Eyes – Part 3
Yan Hui said, "This universe has boundaries."
Zhuge Hong had also said something like this before.
"Where is the boundary?"
"It is where there is a boundary."
"That sounds meaningless."
Yan Hui said, "Throughout the ages, many heroes and legends, after reaching a certain stage of cultivation, encounter such boundaries. Long ago, people called breaking through this boundary ascension. But now, after the ascension path was severed, the boundary has become a vast chasm, imprisoning people in the cage of fate. Anashituo calls such a universe the Small Thousand Worlds."
"So, does this mean there is a Great Thousand Worlds?"
Yan Hui shook his head, "I don’t know." He looked at Fan Wubing, "I mentioned Anashituo, and I want to ask you, do you have the enlightenment spoken of in Buddhism?"
"What enlightenment?"
"The enlightenment to break through the limited boundaries of the Small Thousand Worlds."
Fan Wubing smiled and asked, "Does doing so require confronting the Heavenly Dao?"
"It does. If you do not have such enlightenment, I would never hand over the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes to you."
"Then I have long prepared such enlightenment. Otherwise, why do you think I have lived until today?"
Yan Hui said, "At first, I only regarded you as a particularly interesting new person. I studied your fate and explored the karma entangled around you. Like finding a fresh new toy. It wasn’t until you obtained the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device and first touched the power of destiny that I realized you might be someone chosen."
"Chosen?"
"I can only say, this world, in its endless cycle of ups and downs, shines a grand and unprecedented selection. And you are someone chosen. But whether you are the only one, with my abilities, I still can’t tell."
"So this is the impending fate... You knew I would come here, so you waited for me especially."
Yan Hui smiled, "A feeling, just a feeling. Don’t think too highly of me..."
"Meow~" The Yin Yang Cat "Fan Wubing" walked over with elegant steps.
Yan Hui squatted down and patted the cat’s head, "You will take good care of it for me, won’t you?"
Fan Wubing found this statement a bit odd,
"Why does it sound like you’re sacrificing yourself? I’m just taking the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes. If taking it means you’ll die, then I’ll just borrow it for a while."
Yan Hui shook his head, "I told you, I have an immortal body."
"Then that’s fine. I don’t have much time to keep a cat."
"’Wubing’ is very sensible and won’t be annoying."
"Although I don’t mind, perhaps... it’s better to change the name."
Yan Hui turned to look at him, "Having both the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device and the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes under your control is absolutely no coincidence! You must remember! Whether you fight against fate or go along with it, you must always firmly believe in your uniqueness! No matter how someone might deny you, you must hold onto yourself!"
After saying this, he suddenly lost all vitality, not even giving Fan Wubing time to react.
Immediately, his body was divided into Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred sections, spinning in different directions, interweaving with each other. The spinning became faster and faster until it lost all humanoid recognition. When it stabilized, it turned into a compass.
In just a few breaths, the living Yan Hui had turned into a compass.
"Hiss—" After the initial shock, Fan Wubing took a deep breath.
He had thought the worst outcome was Yan Hui relying on the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes to survive, never expecting that Yan Hui himself had transformed into the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes.
"So this is the immortal body!"
Fan Wubing exclaimed and picked up the compass on the ground.
The compass was about two finger joints thick but had Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred layers. When activated, each layer rotated in different intersecting directions.
At the moment he touched the compass, the Dharma Orbiting Device in Fan Wubing’s mind whirled intensely.
The two supreme artifacts resonated with one another.
In a brief moment, countless images flashed through Fan Wubing’s mind, representing all things in the world.
"Meow meow meow!"
The Yin Yang Cat’s excited cries brought him back to reality.
Looking up, he saw it chasing a butterfly, the same kind he had seen when he first came to Ji Continent.
"Another butterfly? What’s going on?"
Still doubting, he suddenly realized the place he was in had shifted from a Daoist Temple to a vast sea.
On the horizon, countless butterflies flew over.
He suddenly had a strong sense of dreaming, feeling severely disconnected from reality.
"An illusion?"
He activated the "Forge of the Heart," trying to tear apart this dream illusion, only to find he seemed to have forgotten how to use the "Forge of the Heart." Not only that, but all his abilities were unavailable.
He had become... a mortal.
The butterflies flew across the sea, circling above Fan Wubing’s head.
The dream-like feeling was overwhelming.
He pinched his arm hard, attempting to wake himself up,
"The butterfly I was dreaming of?"
But the pain in his arm had no intention of waking him.
He suddenly realized,
"No, it was the butterfly dreaming of me!"
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