"I have long contended with myself; I would rather be myself."
Facing Lu Yang's questioning gaze, Pan Huang calmed his mind and steadied his breath before slowly speaking those words. In that instant, they seemed to stir the very veins of Heaven and Earth.
Lu Yang froze.
To him, Pan Huang's seemingly weightless words rang in his ears like a great bell and a mighty chime, instantly giving rise to boundless insight within his heart.
Yet just as that insight was about to burst forth, it struck a thick membrane and could not be released. Anxiety welled up in him, and he desperately wished Pan Huang would continue. But when he saw Pan Huang scratch his head in that distinctive Dharma Body Path manner, Lu Yang knew there would be no more.
"Hoo!"
Only after a long while did Lu Yang let out a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions stirred up by that abrupt cutoff. He then began sorting through the True Intent behind those words.
He had, in the end, understood something.
This was not because he was particularly clever, but because of the person who had spoken those words. Lu Yang could not help looking at Pan Huang, confusion surfacing in his eyes.
"Impressive, right?"
Pan Huang, however, seemed to see through Lu Yang's thoughts. Grinning, he said, "Those were Teacher's exact words back then—his exact words in the truest sense. Not just the content; even the voice was the same. Teacher used a profound mystery to force me to remember them, so that I could constantly contemplate the Dao of the Primordial Spirit."
In other words, the person who had just spoken was not actually Pan Huang.
It was Si Sui.
This was an echo Si Sui had sent across one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred