Reverend Insanity: Section 2 - Insight of Five Hundred Years Against the Flow of Time

In legend, there exists a River of Time that supports the flow of this world. By utilizing the power of the Spring Autumn Cicada, one could travel upstream against the current and return to the past.

Regarding this rumor, the world was divided. Many did not believe it; some were skeptical.

Almost no one was truly convinced.

This was because each use of the Spring Autumn Cicada demanded a life, sacrificing the entire body and all cultivation as the driving force.

The price was far too steep, and what was even more unacceptable was that even after paying with one's life, there was no guarantee of the outcome.

Even if someone obtained the Spring Autumn Cicada, they wouldn't dare to use it carelessly.

What if the rumor was false, just a scam?

If Fang Yuan hadn't been driven to a dead end, he wouldn't have used it so soon.

However, Fang Yuan now believed it completely.

Because the ironclad fact was before his eyes, undeniable. He had indeed been reborn!

"It's just a shame about this good Gu. It took immense effort, the slaughter of hundreds of thousands, incurring the wrath of heaven and earth, and countless hardships to refine it..." Fang Yuan sighed inwardly. Although he had been reborn, the Spring Autumn Cicada had not accompanied him.

Humans are the spirits of all things, and Gu are the essence of heaven and earth.

Gu are myriad and countless. Some Gu dissipate completely after one or two uses. Others can be reused as long as they are not overused.

Perhaps the Spring Autumn Cicada was a type of consumable Gu worm that could only be used once.

"But even if it's gone, I can refine another. If I could refine it in my previous life, can't I do it in this one?" After the regret, Fang Yuan's heart was filled with renewed ambition.

His rebirth made the loss of the Spring Autumn Cicada entirely acceptable.

Furthermore, he possessed a treasure, he was not left with nothing.

This treasure was his five hundred years of memory and experience.

His memory contained numerous treasures that no one had yet discovered. It held great events that allowed him to easily grasp the flow of history. It contained countless figures, some were reclusive elders, some were exceptionally talented youths, and some had not even been born yet. It also contained the arduous cultivation experiences and rich combat knowledge of these five hundred years.

With these, he undoubtedly held the overall picture and the initiative. As long as he operated well, he could traverse the world and recreate the style of a great demon, or even advance further and break through to higher realms!

"So, how should I proceed..." Fang Yuan was very rational, quickly collecting his emotions, and fell into contemplation facing the night rain outside the window.

Thinking about it, he felt overwhelmed with a thousand threads of thought.

After a moment of thought, his brows furrowed deeper.

Five hundred years was a truly long time. Not to mention the memories that had become blurred and forgotten. Even the recorded treasure sites and opportunities for immortal masters, though numerous, were either separated by vast distances or could only be opened at specific times.

"The most crucial thing is still cultivation. My primeval sea has not yet opened, and I haven't even embarked on the path of a Gu Master. I am simply a mortal! I must cultivate quickly, increase my cultivation, and get ahead of history to seize as many advantages as possible."

Moreover, for many secret treasures, even if obtained with insufficient cultivation, they couldn't be assimilated. Instead, they would become hot potatoes, a crime of possessing jade.

The first problem Fang Yuan faced was cultivation.

He had to improve his cultivation as quickly as possible. If he was as slow as in his previous life, it would be too late.

"To improve my cultivation quickly, I must rely on the family's resources. In my current state, I have no ability to travel through the perilous mountains; an ordinary mountain boar could kill me. If I could reach the cultivation of a Rank Three Gu Master, I would have the basic ability to protect myself and travel through this world."

From the perspective of a demonic path overlord forged over five hundred years, this Qing Mao Mountain was truly too small, and Gu Yue village was more like a cage.

However, while a cage confines freedom, a sturdy prison often represents a certain safety.

"Hmph, for the time being, I'll just stir up some trouble within this cage. As long as I advance to Rank Three Gu Master, I will leave this desolate place. Fortunately, tomorrow is the Aperture Opening Ceremony, and soon after, I can officially begin my Gu Master cultivation."

Upon thinking of the Aperture Opening Ceremony, Fang Yuan's long-sealed memories surfaced in his heart.

"Aptitude..." Looking out the window, he couldn't help but let out three cold laughs.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and a young boy walked in.

"Brother, why are you standing by the window in the rain?"

The boy was thin, slightly shorter than Fang Yuan, and bore a striking resemblance to him.

Fang Yuan turned to look at the boy, a complex expression flashing across his face.

"It's you, my twin brother." He raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression returning to its usual indifference.

Fang Zheng lowered his head, looking at his toes, his signature move: "I saw your window was open, so I wanted to quietly come in and close it. Tomorrow is the Aperture Opening Ceremony, and if you're not resting so late, uncle and aunt will likely worry."

He was not surprised by Fang Yuan's indifference, as his brother had always been like this since childhood.

Sometimes he wondered if geniuses were just this extraordinary. Although they shared a very similar appearance, he himself was as insignificant as an ant.

Born from the same womb, why was heaven so unfair? It had bestowed diamond-like talent upon his brother, while he was as ordinary as a pebble.

Everyone around, when mentioning him, would say, "This is Fang Yuan's brother."

Uncle and aunt often taught him to learn from his brother.

Even when he looked in the mirror and saw his own face, he felt a sense of disgust!

These thoughts had been accumulating in the depths of his heart for many years. Like a massive stone pressing down on his chest, Fang Zheng's head had been drooping lower and lower over the years, and he had become increasingly silent and withdrawn.

"Worry..." Thinking of his uncle and aunt, Fang Yuan let out a silent scoff in his heart.

He remembered clearly that his parents, in this body, had both perished during a family mission. At the age of three, he and his brother became orphans.

Under the guise of raising them, his uncle and aunt had brazenly seized his parents' inheritance and treated him and his brother harshly.

As a transmigrator, I originally planned to keep a low profile. However, the hardships of life forced Fang Yuan to reveal his extraordinary "talent."

What is called genius is merely the rationality of a mature soul, combined with a few Tang and Song dynasty poems that have been passed down through the ages from Earth.

Even this small display of skill was considered heavenly and attracted widespread attention. Under external pressure, the young Fang Yuan had to adopt a cold expression to disguise and protect himself, minimizing the chance of being exposed.

Over time, coldness became his habitual expression.

Thus, his uncle and aunt could no longer be harsh on him and his younger brother. As he grew older and his future prospects became more promising, his treatment also improved.

However, this was not out of love, but rather an investment.

It's laughable that this younger brother failed to see this truth. Not only was he deceived by his uncle and aunt, but he also harbored resentment towards me. Although he appears obedient and honest now, in my memories, after his A-grade aptitude was discovered, he was heavily nurtured by the family. All his hidden hatred and jealousy were unleashed, and he frequently targeted, made things difficult for, and suppressed me, his own elder brother.

As for my own aptitude...

Heh, the highest was only C-grade.

Fate always loves to play jokes.

Born twins, the elder brother with only C-grade aptitude was hailed as a genius for over a decade. The younger brother, unknown, possessed A-grade talent.

The result of the Aperture Opening Ceremony shocked the clan and completely reversed the brothers' situations and treatment.

The younger brother soared like a hidden dragon ascending to heaven, while the elder brother fell like a fledgling phoenix.

Following this were numerous difficulties from his younger brother, cold stares from his uncle and aunt, and disdain from the clan members.

Did I hate them?

In my previous life, Fang Yuan hated them. He hated his insufficient aptitude, the family's heartlessness, and fate's unfairness.

But now, with the experience of five hundred years, he re-examined this journey. His heart was calm, without a trace of hatred.

What was there to be resentful about?

If he put himself in their shoes, he could understand his brother, his uncle and aunt, and even the righteous cultivators who besieged him five hundred years later.

The strong prey on the weak, and survival of the fittest is the essence of this world.

Moreover, everyone has their own aspirations. They all vie for that sliver of heavenly opportunity. What is there to not understand about suppressing and killing each other?

The experience of five hundred years had long allowed him to see through all of this. His heart held only the Great Dao of Longevity.

If anyone were to stand in the way of this pursuit, no matter who it was, it would be a matter of life and death.

With such immense ambition in his heart, embarking on this path meant being an enemy to the world, meant walking alone, meant facing countless deadly tribulations.

This was the enlightenment condensed from five hundred years of life.

"Revenge is not my intention, and the path of a demon never allows for compromise." Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but chuckle. He turned back, glanced faintly at his brother, and said, "You may withdraw."

Fang Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He felt his brother's gaze as sharp as ice blades, as if piercing into the deepest recesses of his heart.

Under such a gaze, he felt as if he were naked in the snow, with no secrets whatsoever.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, brother." He dared not say another word. Fang Zheng slowly closed the room door and retreated meekly.

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