Chapter 1780: Chapter 1877: Mo Shouhe

Fang Lin stared in disbelief at the man’s face, the shock in his heart unparalleled; he had never been so astonished before.

The face of that person, Fang Lin never thought he would see again, especially under such circumstances.

"Mo Shouhe! It’s actually you!" Fang Lin’s face turned extremely grim, starting to question whether what he saw was real or just an illusion.

Martial Lord Mo Shouhe!

A pinnacle powerhouse who achieved the title of Martial Lord before even Fang Qingye, known in the Ancient Era as a Martial Arts legend, worshipped by all martial artists like a god.

When Fang Lin achieved the title of Pill Sovereign in his past life, Mo Shouhe once appeared, allowing Fang Lin to recognize his face.

But Fang Lin couldn’t imagine that Mo Shouhe was actually the mentor of Liao Can Sheng, the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion? And that Liao Can Sheng caused such a great commotion, sacrificing so many lives, just to bring Mo Shouhe back to life?

This series of events, combined with Mo Shouhe’s appearance, made Fang Lin momentarily unable to recover, especially since Mo Shouhe had made such a massive impact on him.

"Master! You have finally returned! Your disciple has waited for you for tens of thousands of years, finally bringing you back to life!" Liao Can Sheng laughed wildly, tears of excitement streaming down his face. He seemed delirious, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Mo Shouhe slightly turned his head, looking at Liao Can Sheng, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Can Sheng, my good disciple."

"Master! Your disciple has been thinking about you every moment. Now that you have returned, all things in this world will be offered to you!" Liao Can Sheng was extremely excited, almost incoherent; it’s hard to imagine a peerless powerhouse of the present would be so excited upon seeing one person.

But Fang Lin wouldn’t find this odd. It would be strange if Liao Can Sheng weren’t so excited.

Because that person was Mo Shouhe, an existence revered by martial artists of any era, an unsurpassable peak figure in Martial Arts.

Even Fang Lin had to admit that seeing Mo Shouhe now, his heart was filled with nothing but fear and amazement.

The amazement was natural due to Mo Shouhe’s reappearance, and the fear came from not knowing why Mo Shouhe appeared in this era and what exactly he intended to do?

Mo Shouhe’s appearance was not particularly striking; if judged solely by looks, perhaps no one would associate him with the mythic Martial Lord.

But Mo Shouhe’s eyes left a very deep impression, like a vast starry sky, seeming to encompass all things under heaven.

Such a person stood atop the pinnacle of all living beings.

"Are you really Mo Shouhe?" Fang Lin questioned, though overwhelmed with shock, his heart was filled with too many doubts that needed clarification to find peace.

"Master, your disciple will kill this one for you and seize his vitality!" Liao Can Sheng said, ready to attack Fang Lin again.

However, Fang Lin didn’t even glance at Liao Can Sheng, his gaze fixed firmly on Mo Shouhe, without fear, but full of defiance.

Mo Shouhe also looked at Fang Lin and, with a smile, said: "So you’re here too. Unexpected that after so many years, we would meet again in this manner."

Fang Lin’s heart tightened; Mo Shouhe’s words clearly showed he had recognized Fang Lin.

"Since you know who I am, then answer my question: why are you here?" Fang Lin questioned.

Mo Shouhe stated calmly: "It seems you know very little."

Fang Lin frowned, "What do you mean?"

Mo Shouhe shook his head: "Before I answer you, have you asked yourself? Why are you here?"

Fang Lin froze; why was he here?

"When a person dies, everything dissipates; whether soul or body, nothing remains. The notion of reincarnation is but a jest, let alone having memories from a previous life like you." Mo Shouhe spoke indifferently, revealing Fang Lin’s secret of being reborn with memories for the first time.

But Fang Lin no longer cared about that. What he cared about was Mo Shouhe’s question: why was he here, in this era?

In his past life, he’d reached the critical stage of refining the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill but was sabotaged by a mysterious person, leading to pill destruction and his demise, resulting in his current self in this era.

Previously, Fang Lin always avoided a critical question, but now, after seeing Mo Shouhe and hearing his words, he couldn’t help but confront it.

How could he live two lives and still have all his past life memories?

The notion of reincarnation, Fang Lin knew, didn’t exist. Once a person truly dies, the soul perishes; there’s no reincarnation, no return. The person simply vanishes from existence.

Yet Fang Lin was alive in this era, with all his past life memories, which was inexplicable.

"Your death once brought a glimmer of hope to the world’s beings. Did you know that?" Mo Shouhe said, once again leaving Fang Lin stunned.

"There is something on you that I need. Now that I have returned, it is time to retrieve what I want." Mo Shouhe said with a light laugh upon seeing Fang Lin’s bewildered look.

"Why is what you need on me?" Fang Lin asked, puzzled.

"That’s why I appear now," Mo Shouhe finished speaking and reached out a hand toward Fang Lin.

In an instant, it seemed as if the earth and sky roared, and Fang Lin was unable to move, unable to exert even a bit of strength.

Not just him, everyone present, including Liao Can Sheng, couldn’t move at all.

The might of the Martial Lord was fully displayed at that moment; in front of Mo Shouhe, who dominated the current era, even the top powerhouses were no different from feeble ants, easily suppressed with a single hand.

What is longevity? What is immortality? Beneath the Martial Lord, all are ants, killable with a flick.

"Fang Lin!!!" Dugu Nian, seeing Fang Lin in danger, was utterly desperate.

However, Mo Shouhe’s hand did not reach Fang Lin; a figure suddenly appeared and blocked in front of him.

Silver hair flowing, blood sword in hand, Fang Lin was exceedingly familiar with this figure, it was the Old Dried Corpse, Jin Zhulong, who once stayed with him for a long time.

Seeing Jin Zhulong appear, Fang Lin was delighted but then worried again. Even though the Old Dried Corpse appeared, the opponent was Mo Shouhe; how could the Old Dried Corpse possibly be his match?

"Jin Zhulong, you’ve been hiding nearby for quite a while, waiting only to show yourself when I make a move." Mo Shouhe spoke calmly, clearly already noticing Jin Zhulong’s presence upon his arrival, and his initial move wasn’t genuinely intended to harm Fang Lin, but to force Jin Zhulong out.

"Mo Martial Master, long time no see; it seems your injuries haven’t recovered much." Jin Zhulong laughed, holding the Clear Rainbow Sword without fear.

ps: The fourth update is complete, more to follow tomorrow. The heated process of filling plot holes begins, yet what’s to come might be something no one can predict.

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