Chen Yan had only one greatest secret.

Reincarnation, or rather, save-scumming.

For cultivators whose realms were high enough, and who had gained insight into the laws of cause and effect, truly able to look down upon Chen Yan, discovering his secret was no difficult matter.

For example, Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void, and Immortal Venerable Fusheng both knew that Chen Yan could start over.

But Fan Mowen, or rather, this cultivator who called himself “Fan Mowen”...

Although this person was strange enough, Chen Yan knew very well that the cultivation realm of this self-proclaimed “Fan Mowen’s” true self definitely did not exceed the Dao Union Realm.

The first reason was that the Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror placed limits on a cultivator’s realm.

Peak Divine Ability was the limit for cultivators who practiced the Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror.

But such a restriction did not tell the whole story.

Seven thousand years ago, Mr. You had learned the Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror. Combining it with his Dao Basis and techniques, he founded Fusheng City on a lonely island in the Southern Region of Chenping Continent.

What truly convinced Chen Yan that this self-proclaimed “Fan Mowen’s” true self was definitely below the Dao Union Realm was that Chen Yan could freely peer at the chaotic “threads of cause and effect” behind him.

Cultivators above the Dao Union Realm could not be spied upon so casually.

And peering into the cause and effect carried by cultivators at the Immortal Ascension Realm or above was an even greater taboo.

The backlash and consequences it brought were absolutely not something an Immortal Ascension cultivator could bear lightly.

Yet when Chen Yan peered into Fan Mowen’s cause and effect, the backlash it inflicted upon him was negligible.

Words might deceive, expressions might deceive, and the cultivation realm one revealed might deceive.

But cause and effect did not lie.

Because what was known as “cause and effect” was one of the fundamental laws the world had to follow in its operation.

Since this cultivator before him, who called himself “Fan Mowen,” was certainly below the Dao Union Realm,

that meant that, given the “height” of his cultivation and the degree to which he had “insight” into cause and effect, he should not have known Chen Yan’s secret.

Which could only mean one thing.

There was certainly a more powerful existence behind this person.

One whose height had already reached a level that even Chen Yan, as he was now, could not touch.

Of those Chen Yan currently knew who could reach that level, there were only three.

Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void; Zuo He, the Ultimate Sage of Heaven’s Extremity; and Immortal Venerable Fusheng, who had once reached the height of a Sage himself.

“Since Elder Fan knows what I’m asking, why keep beating around the bush?”

Chen Yan said candidly.

“Because whether it’s you, True Person Chen, or that young girl from Kongshan Sect just now, you’re the ones who keep fretting over useless things.”

Fan Mowen shook his head. For the first time, a trace of impatience appeared in his expression.

“Enough, enough!”

Then Fan Mowen seemed to scoff at himself, though he also looked somewhat helpless. He irritably flicked his sleeve, then sat down directly on the ground.

“In that case, I’ll let you see him.”

Watching Fan Mowen suddenly sit cross-legged by the cliff, his eyes gently closed as if beginning to meditate and cultivate, Chen Yan was briefly taken aback.

Immediately after, he noticed the chaotic threads of cause and effect behind Fan Mowen beginning to roil...

An immense sense of danger surged into Chen Yan’s heart. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze from the cause and effect carried by Fan Mowen, but even so, he was still a step too slow.

Tens of thousands of black cracks appeared across Chen Yan’s body, spreading like a spiderweb.

At the same time, an incomparably immense pressure seemed to crush all of Chenping Continent down upon him.

Howling winds surged. The clear sky darkened in an instant, and a speck of black appeared in the distant heavens. Almost in the very next moment, a massive black rift completely covered the sky above.

The next moment, “Fan Mowen,” seated by the cliff, slowly opened his eyes.

The expression in those eyes was utterly unlike that of the person who had been speaking with Chen Yan moments ago.

This was not the first time Chen Yan had seen the sky over Chenping Continent split open at such speed.

The last time he had witnessed such a scene was eight thousand years ago, when Mr. You had forcibly become a Sage.

The laws of heaven and earth in this domain could absolutely not bear the appearance of an Uncarved Simplicity Realm cultivator.

Which meant...

Chen Yan looked into the eyes now gazing at him, cold and composed.

The one currently controlling “Fan Mowen’s” body was a Sage!

The Weaving Dreams Night Sky Observation Mirror.

Through unrestricted sacrifice, one could possess another’s body.

The price was to bear the cause and effect of another.

The cultivators of the Weaving Dreams Tower in Mirage Palace had originally believed that the most serious consequence of this price was that one could never break through to the Dao Union Realm. The Divine Ability Realm was the ultimate destination on the immortal path for anyone who practiced this forbidden art.

But that was not the case.

Once the threads of cause and effect one bore became entangled with one another and descended into sufficient chaos, they would draw the attention of certain higher “existences.”

Just as was happening now.

“You are Chen Yan?”

“Fan Mowen” by the cliff slowly spoke.

“Yes.”

Chen Yan replied, his expression grave.

The Sage occupying “Fan Mowen’s” body merely looked at Chen Yan for a little longer, then shook his head.

“What a pity.”

What was a pity?

Chen Yan did not understand, but the situation left him no time to continue speaking with the Sage before him, who had occupied “Fan Mowen’s” body.

Because within the enormous rift in the sky, vast amounts of Seven-Colored Golden Light had begun to shimmer, like oil paint.

The Mystic Maiden Statues were slowly descending from the heavens.

“I will meet you again in this world, but not in this timeline, the one ordained by Heaven’s Dao.”

The Sage occupying “Fan Mowen’s” body spoke slowly.

“Not in the current timeline ordained by Heaven’s Dao?”

Chen Yan repeated the unfamiliar Sage’s words.

“In the timeline woven by you yourself.”

The Sage continued,

“You know what to do, don’t you?”

Chen Yan said nothing more. Instead, he raised his head and gazed up at the Mystic Maiden Statue as it slowly lifted its hands above its head, then lowered them and joined its palms before its chest.

That was right.

Chen Yan knew what to do.

At the beginning of this reincarnation, he had already discovered that after save-scumming and reincarnating, only his own dao rhyme could not be reversed, while everyone else’s dao rhyme returned to the state it had been in before everything happened.

Dao rhyme could escape the constraints of time’s passage.

But what if he forcibly bound his dao rhyme to cause and effect, then sealed it away?

That would mean everything about him would be completely sealed, until he once again reached a cultivation realm that allowed him to peer into and touch cause and effect.

A timeline woven by himself...

Watching the Mystic Maiden Statue slowly bring its palms together, Chen Yan made no attempt to resist.

Boom!

The bronze bell rang out, resounding through the sky.

......

Chenping Continent, Northwestern Region.

Suishuo City, Qingque Kingdom.

The sky was clear. Within a sizable residence in the city, several servants hurried about in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man in fine clothes paced back and forth in the courtyard, his face clouded with anxiety.

From inside the house came the faint cries of a woman in pain.

Then a clear, piercing baby’s cry rang out.

“Master, the baby’s here! It’s a young master!”

A maid rushed out of the house and hurried toward the middle-aged man in the courtyard.

The middle-aged man paid no attention to the maid and went straight inside.

Looking at the baby boy lying in his swaddling clothes, his eyes were full of affection.

“Give our child a name,” Madam Chen said softly, her voice weak as she lay on the bed.

The middle-aged man in fine clothes looked at the baby boy for a while longer, then said,

“Let’s name him Chen Yan.”

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