At the peak of the mountain, Zhou Fan was breaking through to the 10th level of the nascent soul realm. 2 months had passed since he saved the surrounding areas from destruction. Since then, Zhou Fan hasn't stopped cultivating for a moment.
Without any trouble, Zhou Fan was able to smoothly break into the 10th level. As he did, he could feel that his soul had reached its peak strength. For this realm at least.
Zhou Fan didn't even bother to get up and stretch before he continued to cultivate. As he did, he felt as if he had hit a wall. Although it felt weird for a moment, Zhou Fan didn't stop.
After 2 weeks, his cultivation was continuously pushing against the wall. Observing it, Zhou Fan could tell that the wall was weakening. After another month, he could tell that the wall would break down at any moment and within a few hours, Zhou Fan's cultivation broke past the wall and reached a new level.
His body and soul that couldn't grow anymore shot up in power. His soul grew much stronger and was nearing the strength of his body. Although it had been growing in the last realm, Zhou Fan could tell that it lacked strength when compared to his body and mind. At best, it could be called complimentary.
Now, however, he felt his soul truly forming.
Without much thinking, Zhou Fan decided to name this realm soul formation. He had an inkling that as soon as he reached the peak of this realm, his soul would feel like it was a true part of him, like his body and his mind.
At that moment, Zhou Fan felt his cultivation bubbling, and he couldn't settle it down. Sighing, Zhou Fan looked at the top of the cave and punched out with all his strength.
Chaos Qi flooded from his body and turned into a pillar of gray that connected the sky and the ground. As it was night, the people in the surrounding villages got woken up from their sleep. In fact, everyone within 500 miles woke up from the shaking ground.
When they hopped up and looked out their windows, they were astonished to see the pillar.
'Is God making a move again?' They all asked themselves.
After so many stories of god were passed around, many people started to suspect him anytime something unusual happened.
Back on the mountain, Zhou Fan watched the pillar break through the sky and reach space. Just as it was about to reach the moon, the Chaos pillar dispersed.
'Close.' Zhou Fan thought.
Although he was tempted to go up and try to reach into space, an instinctual feeling warned him that he may not recover if he chooses to do so.
As he settled down, Zhou Fan considered whether he should continue to cultivate or go back to the cave for a brief visit before he continued.
After coming to the conclusion that he had all the time in the world to cultivate and no reason to rush, he chose to take a visit and experiment with some of the ideas in his head. Zhou Fan had a feeling that cultivation may not be the only use of Qi.
Eventually, Zhou Fan decided to wait until day before he left and took a night to sleep for the first time in a while.
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As morning broke, Zhou Fan got up and left the mountain. Before he went back, he fixed the hole in the peak from yesterday.
It didn't take long before Zhou Fan made it back to Lang Yang city. As he was making it back to the courtyard, however, he saw a familiar face. As soon as he saw it, he stopped in the air, stunned.
He only stopped for a moment before he looked at the face closer and confirmed who it was. Before anyone realized that there was a man floating in the air, Zhou Fan moved down and descended to an alleyway, unnoticed.
As he walked out, he was met with the person from earlier. As soon as she saw him, she stopped and widened her eyes.
"Zhou Fan?!" She said, utterly confused.
"Fui Rong?" He asked back.
Zhou Fan didn't need an answer however as he could tell from her face that it was indeed her. Although she was wrinkled and gray, needing a cane to walk, the look in her eyes hadn't changed much.
"I thought you died! How are you alive? And why are you so young!?" She asked.
"Would you like to talk over some tea?" He countered.
"Fine." She said, annoyed that he didn't answer her.
Since Zhou Fan had no idea what was around anymore, he let her lead the way. Although it took exceedingly long due to the fact that she was in her 70's, they eventually made it to a nice looking place.
The building was 2 stories tall and very green. Above the door, a sign that said 'Lou's pavilion' hung.
When they entered, Zhou Fan could instantly tell that it wasn't a place for poor people. Besides the nice smelling air and the calm surroundings, the material of the place just seemed expensive.
As they walked up to the stairs, a guard stood. According to the sign, only VIP's could enter the second floor.
Unexpectedly, the guard made way as soon as he saw Fui Rong walking towards him.
"Good evening Ms.Fui." He said with a slight bow.
Nodding at him, she and Zhou Fan walked up to the second floor.
'It seems that she has done well for herself.' Zhou Fan thought.
As they made it to the second floor, Zhou Fan could see that it was much nicer. It also happened to be empty, likely due to the fact that it was 8 in the morning.
Fui Rong led him to one of the seats on the balcony as a waiter appeared and took their orders. Fui Rong ordered some hot tea while Zhou Fan ordered some sweet tea.
Finally alone, Fui Rong started to ask questions.
"How are you still alive?" She asked. "And why are you young?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Fan wasn't sure how to answer her. He was considering making up a lie, but he had no idea what would sound believable. Just as he was about to try to tell her the truth, an idea came to Zhou Fan's mind.
"Have you heard of god?" He asked.
"Of course. I'm even a devout believer. What does that have to do with anything?" She said.
"Well, when I was about to die not long after the war, he descended upon me and saved my life. He said that I was destined to be his apostle and took me in. Ever since then, I have been following him around and he even made me not age!" Zhou Fan said exaggeratingly.
When Fui Rong heard him, she let out a gasp. For a moment, she didn't believe it, but she soon realized that there was no other explanation. How else could he have lived so long without aging?
"What does he look like?" She asked with visible excitement on her face.
"He doesn't look too much like a human. Instead, he seems like a human-shaped ball of light." He answered.
Zhou Fan had already formulated a story in his head and made sure that there were no loopholes. After she got an answer, Fui Rong didn't stop. Instead, she continued to ask question after question, only momentarily stopping to take a sip of her tea which arrived not too long ago.
30 minutes passed before she stopped asking questions. At some point, she had took out a notepad and a pencil to take notes.
When she finally ran out of questions, she stood up, gave Zhou Fan a hug and a thank you, and ran out saying she had somewhere to be. It wasn't much of a run considering she needed a cane, but it was still surprisingly fast.
Watching her leave, Zhou Fan let out a sigh and stood up. It was likely that this would be the last time he met Fui Rong. As he looked at her with the Dao earlier, he could tell that her lifespan was coming to an end. She likely wouldn't last another year.
Zhou Fan walked down the stairs and nodded at the guard in passing before he went back to the cave.
Meanwhile, Fui Rong had gathered a big group of people in her yard. Her yard was big, yet it was nearly filled to the brim. One could only estimate that 1000 people had showed up after she released a world shaking piece of news.
She had met with God's apostle!
Only an hour after she had released it, thousands of people were in her yard, eagerly waiting.
When Fui Rong saw that the yard had filled up, she started to speak.
"Just a few hours ago, I met with the apostle of God at Lou's pavilion." She started. "We first met up because he was someone I knew from 60 years ago, yet he hadn't aged a day. When we started to talk, he revealed that he was an apostle of God and generously told me about him. I have gathered everyone here to share what I was told."
As the people listened to her, excitement was visible on their faces. Although they would be skeptical if someone else said such a thing, Fui Rong had a great reputation for helping those in need and being truthful.
"He told me that while God has the form of a human, he is made up of light. He also said that God blesses those that are kind and gives bad luck to those that are bad."
As Fui Rong continued her speech, more and more people arrived, and by the time she was done, more than ten thousand people had gathered. Many people wrote down what they heard and information started to spread.
Before long, the entire world knew of the events at Lou's pavilion.
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In the cave, Zhou Fan floated down to his house, only to not sense anyone nearby. Instead, people were gathered at one of the far sides of the cave. Curious, Zhou Fan flew over. When he did, he saw many elves and the rulers of the various races gathered around the casket.
When he saw such a sight, Zhou Fan felt his heart drop. He sped up and instantly appeared in front of the group.
As he looked at them, he could see many of the elves crying, while the rulers stood there with sadness visible in their eyes.
Zhou Fan didn't even have to ask who died when he saw the drawing beside the casket. The recognizable face of Yipeng was perfectly drawn on the piece of paper.
A single tear fell out of Zhou Fan's eyes.
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A couple days later, the mourning was concluded. As Zhou Fan sat in his room, he couldn't help but feel a large amount of sadness.
Yipeng was the closest thing he had to a friend. He regretted not being there in his last moments.
However, he recently learned that Yipeng lived a fulfilling life. While Zhou Fan was gone for 60 years, he gained a wife and even had a few children. Each of them was there at the funeral, and the oldest was already 40 years old.
Zhou Fan wasn't sure how to feel while looking at them. A lifetime had passed him by and he seemed to be the only one who didn't feel it. Old friends were either dead or old, and Zhou Fan was still the same as he was 60 years, besides much stronger and wiser.
He quickly got out of the stupor, however. Countless lifetimes would pass by, and Zhou Fan couldn't feel sad every time.
Finally back to normal, Zhou Fan started to think of what he needed to do before he went back into seclusion. First, he needed to study his current realm. Ever since he broke through, he hadn't paid it a bit of attention and forgot to see if he gained any new abilities.
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