In the Minor Wilderness State Boundary, where did a disciple of the Earth Sect come from, and why would he be reciting my name?
"Something's not right..."
"Sun Yi" stretched out his right hand, with several fingers broken and twisted together in a strange shape as if calculating something.
Some causes and effects began to connect:
"Earth Dao Meaning..."
"Thick Earth Formation..."
"There is a cultivator..."
"A Formation Master..."
"Short in stature... No... Very young?"
And with that, the trail of cause and effect ended.
It remained unclear and undefined.
"Sun Yi's" eyes began shedding tears of blood, his sparse hair gradually turned white, his Sea of Consciousness trembled, and his remaining Divine Sense tried its best at Calculation:
"Without the cover of Dao Meaning, within three breaths, this person would surely recite my name..."
"Then let's remove the cover of the Dao Meaning..."
The eyes of "Sun Yi" bled profusely, as his gray hair fell out one by one, his countenance visibly aging as if his life force was compensating for the insufficiency of his Calculation after his Divine Sense was exhausted.
He counted to himself:
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."
Three breaths passed, and in the future he had Calculated, indeed someone had uncontrollably recited his name:
"Gui Tao!"
The voice that recited his name was clear and pleasant.
"Sun Yi" was slightly stunned, his expression surprised, "It's a child?"
Why would a child recite my name?
Who exactly is it?
And what connection do I have with them?
Sun Yi listened more intently, only to find that the voice had changed.
From a child's voice, it gradually became clearer, turning into a young man's voice, then gradually grew deeper, turning into a middle-aged man's voice.
Finally, it became a voice he was all too familiar with and longed for.
The voice was crisp and scholarly.
The words "Gui Tao" turned into two:
"Senior brother."
Sun Yi opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw a handsome, distinguished cultivator looking at him.
His gaze was crisp, gentle, and his mouth held a smile that was elusive.
It was indeed Mr. Zhuang.
Moments later, everything faded away as if it were smoke.
"Sun Yi" could no longer remember who had recited his name.
He only remembered that one call of "senior brother."
He tried to calculate once more, only to find that the Sea of Consciousness of this body had cracked, his Divine Sense was utterly depleted, and not a single hair remained on his head…
There was nothing left to calculate...
"Sun Yi" sat still for a long time, his expression peculiar, mumbling to himself:
"My good junior brother... what exactly are you hiding?"
"Having fallen to such a state, what is still worth hiding?"
The mountain forest was silent, no one answered.
"Enough..."
"Sun Yi" shakily got to his feet, wrapped in the Taoist Robe of the dead, walking lopsidedly towards the edge of the woods...
"Once I find you, I will know everything..."