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Chapter 411 True Name
Power is something that everyone desires to have.

All our inferiority complexes are anger at our own incompetence. There will always be a moment when you will ask yourself countless times: Why can't I change all this? Why don't I have the ability to change all this?
Most people in this world avoid the devil like the snake and scorpion, but there are always people who choose to make a deal with the devil. They pay the price in advance, just to face the future more calmly, just to not feel inferior.

Fang Weihan was not making a deal with the devil, he was taking back what belonged to him.

There are many stars in this world, but there is only one sun. Becoming the Sun Star Lord will make him unrivaled in his talent in the Mirror Heaven Dao. With his destiny revived, he is destined to reach the pinnacle of the world's cultivators.

To be fair, this condition is quite tempting.

"Yes, that's right, that's it!"

The old monk's expression was no longer calm. He looked at the high-hanging golden sun greedily and nervously, and a hint of excitement and fanaticism could not help but appear on his face.

The sun descended from the void, and infinite golden star power gathered from the distant sky and slowly poured into Fang Weihan's spiritual platform.

As the awakening of the destiny star deepened, the old monk became more and more excited.

"Today, I will witness the rebirth of His Highness!" He chanted a Buddhist name and said.

"Then you may be disappointed." Fang Weihan said.

"……what?"

When the sun transformed from a star was about to fall into Fang Weihan's sea of ​​consciousness, it strangely hovered in the air, only a few meters away from his forehead.

Fang Weihan raised his hand, and pure blue-purple star power surged out. The golden thunder in his eyes slowly died down, and was replaced by cold white moonlight.

He activated the power of the star-seeing in his pupils to the maximum, trying his best to fight against the brilliance of the sun.

Fang Weihan is resisting his own destiny star.

"Your Highness Prince Guangling, what are you doing?" The old monk's face changed suddenly, and he asked anxiously, "The opportunity to awaken the destiny star cannot be missed. I hope Your Highness can distinguish the pros and cons!"

"I can tell the difference very clearly." Fang Weihan said.

The solar star power wailed in the void, as if it was eager to enter his body for him to use.

But Fang Weihan never responded.

"Master, you are not a good actor." Fang Weihan said with a mocking smile, "You are too anxious, as if you have other purposes in your anxiety."

"I can't bear to see the pearl covered in dust, and I can't bear to see Your Highness fail at the last moment. What's wrong with that?" the old monk asked.

"Yes, it was all due to failure. Who was the one who failed? Was it me, or you, a villain with ulterior motives?" Fang Wei asked back with a cold smile.

"Your Highness, you are too suspicious." The old monk calmed down, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said "Amitabha".

"You know what? If I weren't Fang Weihan, if I hadn't experienced those things, I would really have been fooled by you." Fang Weihan said.

"I never thought that you could even fake your memory... Such a profound method, the Buddhist sect can't do it, right?"

Fang Weihan narrowed his eyes and his tone became somewhat deep.

"Master, you said you are a devout believer, but is what you believe in... really Buddha?"

The old monk lowered his brows and said nothing, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

The entire space fell into silence again, with only the sound of the burning sun making the sound.

After a long time, the old monk said in a calm tone:
"How did you tell?"

"There is no good or evil without a reason in the world. I always believe this and I am not afraid to assume the greatest malice towards others."

Fang Weihan said with a smile.

"I once said the same thing to one of my students, and she followed it very well. As a teacher, I naturally won't treat my doctrine as a decoration."

"Master, the saint you believe in... is probably yourself."

Transform the ordinary into the holy, and create the heaven and earth. This is the teaching of the Ordinary and Holy Temple.

He never believed in Buddhism, he only believed in himself.

Fang Weihan raised the tip of his sword, pointed it at him from a distance, and said in a cold voice:
"A Wan Ling?"

A long time ago, he had displayed his divine power in front of Xie Lingwan. At that time, the knowledgeable girl bluntly said that her methods were somewhat similar to Wan Ling's.

Xie Lingwan once said that a cultivator of all spirits can transform himself into anything, and Fang Weihan has remembered this sentence until now.

Since he can imitate everything, it is natural for him to become a Buddhist monk.

Although he knew that the illusion in the temple outside was a creation of Wan Ling, when he walked in, he did not see any monks from Wan Ling, but an old Buddhist monk instead.

Fang Weihan had some doubts at the time, but there was no more direct evidence.

Until... he saw that memory of his.

Fang Weihan didn't know whether Buddhism had the ability to manipulate memory, but he knew that all spirits must have it.

The conversation on Yulong Mountain was still fresh in his memory, and Wei Han's words still echoed in his ears:

"The Five Elements cultivates spiritual power, advocating the resonance between people and elements. The Mirror Heaven cultivates star power, advocating using stars to metaphor people, and the body embodies all things. Controlling Qi and cultivating spiritual power advocates the harmony and unity of heaven and earth."

"None of these three paths to cultivate spiritual power can analyze the essence of the soul. Changming Qinghuo Academy, Tianshan Linyuan Pavilion, and Yunjian Xiaoyao Sect do not have this ability."

"There are only two possibilities left."

"Southern Xinjiang Fansheng Temple, Royal Court Chi Lechuan."

Southern Xinjiang Fansheng Temple... Southern Xinjiang Fansheng Temple!

To be fair, the memories that Wan Ling showed him should be real, and they can correspond one by one to the parts buried deep in Fang Weihan's subconscious.

It was not until he read to the end and saw what the so-called "Master Taixu" said that he became alert.

Wei Han couldn't have lied to me. Linyuan Pavilion didn't have the means to separate the celestial soul. Then why did this Taoist Master Taixu say this?

Excluding all possibilities and considering the various strange phenomena before the gathering, Fang Weihan could only think of two possibilities:
Either this memory is false, or... the "Master Taixu" in the memory is false.

Regardless of which possibility it is, it shows that the purpose of the monk in front of him is not just as upright as he said.

"You don't think that I don't know about the conflict between the Sun and the Moon?" Fang Weihan sneered.

"You want to use my life star... to destroy my senior sister's life star? What a sinister move! You are plotting to murder Linyuan Yuchen. Do you think Fan Sheng Temple wants to start a full-scale war with Linyuan Pavilion?"

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes, and the scarlet color of his cassock was as dazzling as blood.

"Your sense of smell is very sharp, but it's too late," said the old monk.

He raised his head and looked at the Sun Star which had sunk another three points, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"The sun has already cast its gaze on the human world, and you are the Star Lord it has chosen. Even if you resist with all your might, it will only buy you a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, you are destined to become the Sun Star Lord, and Wen Zhexue will die as a result."

"It is God's will, and God's will... cannot be violated."

He seemed to be stating an established and cruel fact.

"I hope the donor will accept my condolences."

A moment later.

"Ah."

Fang Weihan sneered coldly.

"Why are you laughing, donor?" asked the old monk.

"You made a mistake, a fatal mistake." Fang Weihan said, "You shouldn't have activated all my memories."

The sword pointed at the monk made a clear sword chant, as if expressing the joy of reunion after a long separation.

As if it had a life rhythm, the lustrous sword body flickered regularly. Bright silver glow patterns lit up from the hilt, and the blood grooves of the sword outlined by the blue light flashed inch by inch, and thick star ash fell from the blade.

The old monk's expression suddenly changed as he sensed a very strong energy fluctuation from the sword in front of him.

He looked at the sword in Fang Weihan's hand with doubt and asked:

"What kind of sword is this?"

He read all of Fang Weihan's lost memories, why was there no information about this sword mentioned in them? !
"Of course you don't know. How can you know about a sword that doesn't exist in history and cannot be seen?"

Fang Weihan gripped the hilt tightly, and all the long-lost memories engraved on the sword rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent.

Five thousand years ago, a comet with two tails of gold and silver fell into the Tianshan Mountains. The founder of Linyuan, Xuanyi Zhenjun, who was at the peak of the Mirror Heaven Nine Turns, used the red gold in the comet as the base, quenched it with flying snow, and forged a sword named "Mingxiao". As soon as this sword was unveiled, it caused a strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth. It is said that the stars in the sky lit up one after another, just to shine their light on the Mingxiao sword first. Since then, Mingxiao has been passed down from generation to generation as the sword of the successive masters of Linyuan Pavilion. It has always been at the top of the list of famous swords.

But... very few people know that in addition to the red gold, the double-tailed comet also has a tail of blue silver.

True Lord Xuanyi used red gold to carry the meaning of the Way of Heaven and forged the divine sword Mingxiao, which means the permanence of the Way of Heaven. As for the remaining silver, he poured the power of destiny and humanity into it.

Where the sun and moon don't shine, only in your and my shadows. The long sword forged by the wishes of hundreds of thousands of people disappeared from the sight of heaven the day the sword was completed.

He named it Zhaoyuan, as opposed to Mingxiao.

Mingxiao and Zhaoyuan are like the twins of light and darkness. Although their power comes from the same source, their status is very different.

The Mingxiao Sword was famous throughout the world, and even a three-year-old child knew of its might. As for Zhaoyuan... Whether it was Yun Shu who had the ability to peer into the past, or the historian who wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, or the disciples of Linyuan Pavilion, none of them knew that there was a magical weapon on Tianshan Mountain that could be compared to the Mingxiao Sword.

Since the day the sword was completed, Zhao Yuan has been hidden in the Falling Sword Star Abyss, located in the shallow sword pool. Even Lin Yuan disciples with ordinary talents have the ability to pull it out.

But without exception, they all ignored the sword because it could not be observed.

As the sun and the moon rotated, Mingxiao became famous several times, but Zhaoyuan had never been unsheathed. It was not until five thousand years later, in the fifth year of Ruiping in the Great Zhou Dynasty, that Xiao Fang Weihan pulled it out of Xingyuan by accident.

Zhaoyuan Sword found its first master, changed its name to Liuming, and guarded him faithfully.

As a lumen sword, all its sharpness has been restrained, leaving only a layer of brass-plated shell. It really looks like a tattered sword, without any trace of its former divine weapon.

Lumen is waiting, waiting for the day when its master regains his memory.

Now, it has finally waited for its turn, and its true name will once again echo in the world.

Xuanyi Zhenjun used his body to shine, and spent all his life's cultivation to forge Mingxiao and Zhaoyuan. When Zhaoyuan Sword was completed, he died and left behind his last words:

"He who obtains the bright sky will enter the abyss. He who obtains the illuminating abyss will help all living things."

Being on top of Mount Tianshan, Linyuan's leader could better understand the cold-bloodedness and fickleness of the laws of nature, but they were powerless to change it.

The false heaven reflects the treacherous world. Heaven treats all things as straw dogs, but what can living beings do?

Master Xuanyi gave his own answer.

At the cost of his life, he left behind the Zhaoyuan Sword, an unobservable sword, a magical weapon that disappeared from the sight of heaven.

Just so that if one day someone wants to break the predetermined fate, he can have a so-called fierce weapon.

"Master, I can now answer your previous question." Fang Weihan said.

The long sword rang sharply, and the sword light rolled up waves like a storm.

"I like the fierce weapon. But I don't use it to kill people, I use it to break my destiny."

He held Zhaoyuan and looked up at the blazing sun above.

As if knowing what was going to happen next, the sun's light dimmed a little, and countless scorching star power wailed.

They surrounded Fang Weihan and touched his body reluctantly for the last time, as if saying goodbye.

Memories fall like raindrops.

Either as delicate as a doll, or as otherworldly as a fairy, the girl's voice, appearance and smile appeared in his mind one by one, gradually overlapping and merging into one.

She said she was her sister.

"I'm sorry, Sun, my life star." Fang Weihan said softly, "I swore to protect her for the rest of her life."

The Sun Star dimmed completely and quietly moved away from him, actively exposing the causal link between it and Fang Weihan.

Seeing this, the old monk could no longer remain calm.

He shouted sternly: "Fang Weihan! That is the Sun's Destiny Star! That is the power that everyone in the world is striving for!"

"Think about it carefully. Without the Sun Star, you are nothing!"

"You are wrong, Master." Fang Weihan laughed and looked at him with pity. "You are used to being your own saint, so you have forgotten how to love others."

"Without the Sun Star, I am still her brother."

"you……"

The old monk wanted to say something unwillingly, but Fang Weihan did not give him the chance.

"Zhao Yuan, long time no see."

Fang Weihan said softly.

The last layer of inferior copper on the long sword completely fell off, and beams of light flowed on the silver sword, as bright and holy as snow crystals.

The light shining in the abyss was bright, and the sound of sword chanting reached heaven and earth.

It got its real name back.

Fang Weihan raised the Zhaoyuan Sword, exerted force on his feet, and jumped up suddenly. The sword tip as sharp as Liuhua Shengxue carried the blue-purple star power and slashed at the link of cause and effect with the force of thunder.

The sharp edge of the sword touched the cause and effect, making a silent roar, like the collapse of billions of buildings.

This was a head-on collision between the sword of humanity and the cause of heaven, and it ended with Fang Weihan's victory.

He first felt as if something was missing in his soul, and then he felt a sharp pain like a tide.

Fang Weihan endured the pain and gathered the remaining causal power. He activated the Bright Moon Secret Ceremony and directed this power to where Wen Zhexue was.

"It must be in time..." he thought silently.

……

……

Yu Mo, who was extremely anxious, suddenly discovered that the momentum of the shattering of her master's life star suddenly began to slow down and gradually stagnated.

As it stared in amazement, the light of the Moon gradually began to brighten again, dignified and bright.

"Oh!" Although she didn't know what happened, Yumo was very happy.

The space was torn apart, and a causal fragment emitting the power of the sun emerged out of thin air and rushed into the girl's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.

"Ah?" The little phoenix was frightened.

It quickly put its head closer and felt carefully. It was relieved when it found that its master did not feel any pain.

Just when Yumo breathed a sigh of relief, it suddenly noticed some strange changes in its master's aura.

The little phoenix looked curiously, and saw two floating sacred shadows gradually emerging between the girl's snow-white eyebrows.

One is the bright silver of the moon, and the other...

It turned out to be the golden sun!

The little phoenix was stunned.

……

……

The sun's rays waxed and waned until they turned into silence and vanished into nothingness.

"Failed again," she thought.

The girl stood up, her wide sleeves falling to the snow.

She sighed with relief.

The shadow of the sundial needle fell behind her, merging with the girl's shadow. From a distance, the shadow of the needle was like a sharp spear, piercing her back mercilessly.

"I don't like vicious soldiers, but I don't believe in fate either." The girl said softly.

She raised her head, and the endless stars were reflected in her eyes.

Before leaving, Yun Shu turned around and took one last look at the huge Tianyi with extremely complicated eyes, and said:
"Perhaps, you are right."

As the wind and snow blew, her figure disappeared, but the sundial still stood silently in its place, as always.

(End of this chapter)