Manifestation of the Dao of Reincarnation

Under Xu Fan's careful care, his mother began to recover, and the family returned to an ordinary life.

After 10 years, Xu Fan's father and mother had both reached the age of ninety. They held on until they saw their last grandson get married, then passed away without illness.

By then, Xu Fan was already past seventy. He knelt before his parents' graves and gently kowtowed.

Then he slowly rose to his feet and looked up at the sky.

"Thank you for making up for my final regret."

"Although I had experienced similar things before, none of their worlds had ever been this real."

"So real that, even knowing it was false, I was still willing to make up for the regrets of this lifetime."

The murkiness in Xu Fan's eyes gradually began to clear.

The world he stood in also slowly began to tremble.

"When did you awaken your memories?"

In an instant, dark cloud blanketed the sky. A colossal face descended from above the clouds, like a demon god arriving in the world.

"I was awake from the very beginning. It was only because the world you created was too real, and I became too enamored with it, that I chose to seal my own memories."

"I wonder, all these years, have you enjoyed devouring my soul?" Xu Fan asked with a smile.

"Of course I have. Among all the Cultivators I have encountered, your soul is the most delicious."

"Ever since I came to this realm—no, ever since I was born—even the souls of True Immortals I have devoured could not compare to yours."

"One sip was like standing atop the clouds."

"Just as you said, for the first time since my birth, I felt happiness!"

"Your soul allowed me, a body of void, to feel happiness!"