Section 2: Five Hundred Years of Awakening Against the Light

Legend has it that there exists a river of light and light that supports the flow of this world. And by utilizing the power of the Spring and Autumn Cicada, one would be able to swim against the current and return to the past.

The world was divided on this rumor. Many didn't believe it, while some were skeptical.

Almost no one was truly convinced.

This was because every time the Spring and Autumn Cicada was used, one had to give one's life, sacrificing one's entire body and all of one's cultivation as the driving force.

This price was simply too expensive, and what was even more unacceptable was that-often, even after giving one's life, one did not know what the outcome would be.

Even if someone had obtained the Spring and Autumn Cicada, they wouldn't dare to use it indiscriminately for nothing.

What if the rumors were false and it was just a scam?

If Fang Yuan was not desperate Section 2: Five Hundred Years of Awakening in the Reverse Light, he would not have used it so quickly.

But now, Fang Yuan was utterly convinced.

Because the hard facts were in front of him and could not be refuted. He had indeed been reborn!

"It's just a pity that this good compulsion, in the beginning, it took nine cows and two tigers, slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people, made the heavens angry, and took a lot of hard work to refine and obtain it ..." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, although he was reborn, the Spring and Autumn Cicada did not bring it.

Although Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, although he was reborn, the spring and autumn cicada did not come.

There were countless strange compotes. Some parasites will completely dissipate if they are used once or two or three times. But there were some that could be utilized again and again as long as they were not overused.

Perhaps the Spring and Autumn Cicada was one of those expendable types of compulsion that could only be used once.

"But even if it's gone, I can still refine another one. I could refine it in my previous life, can't I do it in this life?" After the pity, Fang Yuan's heart couldn't help but surge with a burst of grandeur.

He was able to be reborn and the loss of the Spring and Autumn Cicada was completely acceptable.

Moreover, he was still in possession of a precious treasure, not for nothing.

This treasure was his five hundred years of memories and experience.

There existed many, many treasures in his memories Section 2: Five Hundred Years of Awakening Against the Light, which no one had opened today. There existed a single great event that allowed him to easily grasp the pulse of history. There existed countless silhouettes, some of which were former recluses, some of which were heavenly handsome wizards, and some of which hadn't even been born yet. There also existed the heavy experiences of these five hundred years of bitter cultivation and rich battle experience.

With these, one undoubtedly grasped the big picture and the first opportunity. As long as it is operated well, to run across the earth and recreate the style of the Troll Lords is not a problem at all, and can even go further and impact a higher realm!

"Then how should it be operated ..." Fang Yuan was very sensible and quickly gathered his emotions and contemplated facing the night rain outside the window.

Thinking so much, he felt a thousand things.

After thinking for a few moments, his frown grew deeper and deeper.

Five hundred years was really a bit long. Not to mention those memories that had been blurred and could not be recalled. It was those memorized treasures and secret places and Immortal Master opportunities, although there were many of them, most of them were either spaced a hundred thousand miles apart or needed to be opened at a specific time.

"The most crucial thing is still cultivation ah. One's own Yuanhai is not yet opened now, and he has yet to embark on the path of a Compass Master's cultivation, he is simply a mortal! One must cultivate as soon as possible, grow his cultivation, and rush ahead of history to grab as much of a head start as possible and reap enough benefits."

And many of the secret collections, with insufficient cultivation, could not be digested even if they were obtained. Instead, they were hot potatoes, harboring the sins of the people.

The first difficulty in front of Fang Yuan was his cultivation level.

It was necessary to raise his cultivation as soon as possible, if he was as slow as he was in his last life, the yellow flowers would have gotten cold.

"To raise my cultivation as soon as possible, I must use the resources of my family. In my current situation, I simply don't have the ability to navigate through the crisis-ridden mountains, an ordinary mountain pig would be able to take my life. If I can reach the cultivation level of a Third Turn Compass Master, I will have the basic ability to defend myself and trek through the mountains in this world."

From the eyes of a giant of the devil path tempered by five hundred years, this Qingmao Mountain was really too small, and the Gu Yue mountain fortress was more like a cage.

But while a cage imprisoned freedom, a sturdy cell often represented some sort of safety.

"Hmph, for a short period of time, let's just toss our fists and feet in this cage for now. As soon as I advance to the third turn of the Compassionate Master, I'll leave this poor mountainous region. But fortunately, tomorrow is the Enlightenment Ceremony, and the cultivation of a Compassionate Master will officially begin shortly thereafter."

As soon as he thought of the Enlightenment Ceremony, the long-sealed memories in Fang Yuan's heart surfaced up in his mind.

"Qualification? ..." looking out of the window, he couldn't help but sneer three times.

Just then, the door of the room was gently pushed open and a teenager walked in.

"Brother, why are you standing by the window in the rain?"

This teenager was slim, slightly shorter than Fang Yuan, and his face was extremely similar to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan turned around to look at this teenager, a complex color flashed across his face.

"It's you, my twin brother." He raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression resuming its usual indifference.

Fang Zheng lowered his head and looked at his toes, which was his signature move, "Seeing that brother's window was left open, I wanted to quietly come in and close it. Tomorrow is the Enlightenment Ceremony, brother you're still not resting this late, I'm afraid that my aunt and uncle will be worried if they know."

He was not surprised by Fang Yuan's indifference, all because since childhood, his brother had always been like this.

Sometimes he would think that perhaps geniuses were such extraordinary people. Although he and his brother had extremely similar looks, he himself was as ordinary as a mole.

At the same time from a mother's birth, why God is so unfair. I was given the diamond-like talent of my brother, while I am as ordinary as a stone.

Everyone around me, when mentioning themselves, would say, "This is Fang Yuan's younger brother."

Aunt and uncle also often educate themselves, to learn from your brother ah.

Even when I look at myself in the mirror sometimes, I feel a little disgusted when I look at my own face!

These thoughts have been around for many years, accumulating deep inside day after day. Like a huge stone pressing on his heart and chest, Fang Zheng's head hung lower and lower over the years, and he also became more and more silent.

"Worrying ..." Thinking of his aunt and uncle, Fang Yuan let out a silent snort in his heart.

He remembered very clearly that both of his parents in this body had fallen because of a family mission. At the age of three, he was orphaned along with his younger brother.

His aunt and uncle then appropriated both parents' inheritance in the name of fostering them in a dignified manner and treated himself and his brother harshly.

Originally, as a traveling congregation, he had planned to bide his time. But the hardships of life forced Fang Yuan to choose to show his extraordinary "talent".

The so-called genius is nothing more than the reasoning of a mature soul, as well as a few of the world's most famous Tang and Song poems.

Even in this small way, he was surprised and attracted a lot of attention. Under the external pressure, it also forced the young Fang Yuan to choose an indifferent expression to disguise and protect himself, reducing the possibility of revealing himself.

Over time, indifference instead became his habitual expression.

In this way, aunts and uncles are no longer good at harshly treating themselves and their younger brother, and as they get older, their future is more favored, and their treatment increases along with it.

But this is not love, but an investment.

Ridiculous this younger brother, but did not see this truth, not only was the aunt and uncle blinded, but also buried resentment against himself. Don't look at him now so well-behaved and honest, memories of being measured A-class qualification, was the family vigorously cultivated, hidden hatred and jealousy are released, can not be less against, difficult, suppression of his own brother.

As for their own qualifications well ...

Oh, the highest is just a C class.

Fate always loves to joke.

A tire twins, the older brother qualification is only C class, but only enjoy the name of genius for more than ten years. The younger brother is unknown, but has a grade A talent.

The result of the enlightenment, let the clan was shocked. It also made the situation of the two brothers' treatment, completely reversed.

The younger brother was like a crouching dragon ascending to the heavens, while the older brother was like a phoenix chick landing on the ground.

Afterwards, it is from the younger brother's many difficulties, aunt and uncle's cold eyes, the clan's contempt.

Hate?

Fang Yuan hated in his previous life, hated his lack of qualifications, hated the family's ruthlessness, hated the unfairness of fate.

But now, with five hundred years of life experience, he re-examined this journey, but his heart was unperturbed, without a trace of hatred.

What was there to be indignant about?

Thinking differently, he could also understand his younger brother, his aunts and uncles, as well as those strong enemies of the righteous who besieged him five hundred years later.

The survival of the fittest is the essence of this world.

Moreover, people have their own aspirations, all strive for that line of heavenly opportunity, each other to suppress and kill what is not to understand?

Five hundred years of experience, has long let him see through all this, the only thing in his heart is the Avenue of Eternal Life.

If someone blocked in his pursuit of this, no matter who it is, it is just a matter of death.

The ambition of the heart is too big, set foot on this road, it is destined to be the enemy of the world, it is destined to be alone, it is destined to kill a lot of robberies.

This is five hundred years of life condensed realization.

"Revenge is not what I intend to do, and the path of the Evil Devil has never had the word compromise." Thinking of this, Fang Yuan could not help but lose his smile. Turning back to this younger brother, he gave a faint look and said, "You step back."

Fang Zheng could not help but feel a palpitation in his heart, feeling that his brother's gaze was as sharp as an ice blade, seemingly piercing into the deepest part of his heart.

Under such a gaze, he was like being naked** in the snow, without the slightest secret to speak of.

"See you tomorrow then, brother." At that moment, no longer daring to say more, Fang Zheng slowly closed the door of his room and