Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 178

Chapter 178 Mahayana Stage Jiang Liqi

“Young brother, how did you get back here? Why are you exactly the same as when you left? And who are these gentlemen?” Bu Jing asked. Jiang Li’s methods were beyond his comprehension; they resembled the legendary immortals.

Having just been blinded, he faced the tablet with his back to the others, using his five senses to survey the surroundings. He could “see” the Bu family leader, Bu Tian, and his younger brother behind the door, but he couldn’t “see” Jiang Li and the other two. It was as if they were invisible, undetectable, and otherworldly.

Now that his eyes had been healed by Jiang Li, he realized there were three more people.

Although they had expected it, the Bu family leader and Bu Tian still felt a sense of absurdity when they saw that Abu was indeed their ancestor’s younger brother.

They had gained a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young ancestor.

Speaking of Jiang Li’s origins, Abu was extremely excited. Although Jiang Li and the other two had always denied being immortals, in Abu’s eyes, Jiuzhou was the immortal realm, and Jiang Li and the others were immortals.

“The Boundary Breaking Talisman brought me to the Jiuzhou World, but unfortunately, I was unlucky and fell into the Far North, where I was frozen for hundreds of years. Only recently thawed, and they brought me here.”

“Let me introduce you. This is Jiang Li, the Jiang Renhuang of Jiuzhou World, the most powerful person in Jiuzhou. This is Bai Hongtu, the leader of the Dao Sect, and Yu Yin, the Empress of the Tianyuan Dynasty. Both of them are in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.”

“Brother, you probably don’t know the concept of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. The peak of our world’s mortal realm is called the Nascent Soul Stage in Jiuzhou World. Above the Nascent Soul Stage are the Spiritual Transformation Stage, the Fusion Stage, and the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Above the Tribulation Crossing Stage is Jiang Renhuang!”

Jiang Li felt strange hearing this, as if he were a realm in his own right.

“I think Abu has a point. Since you’re the only one in the Mahayana Stage right now, why not just stop calling you Mahayana and call yourself Jiang Li Stage? People will point at you in surprise and say, ‘Look, that’s Jiang Li in the Jiang Li Stage!'” Bai Hongtu suggested, thinking his idea was a good one.

Yu Yin’s lips curled slightly, but she quickly regained her cool demeanor.

“Then I suggest that from now on, if anyone talks too much or is too rude, just curse, ‘Why are you so mean?'” Jiang

Li replied expressionlessly. “This will be the first item on the next Jiuzhou Council.” Bai Hongtu quickly shut up.

Bu Jing stood up, dragging his aged body, and bowed deeply to the three men. After a long pause, he slowly stood up. “Thank you all for bringing me back home so I can see my family before I die.”

Jiang Li had long noticed that Bu Jing was like a candle in the wind, his life force fading.

Over three hundred years was already the ultimate limit of human endurance, and he had failed to reach that peak. How could he simply be blind? He had too many deep-seated injuries, and the physical pain and mental torture were constantly draining away the old man’s limited lifespan.

He had reached his limit.

As if knowing his impending death, Bu Jing closed his eyes contentedly, his expression peaceful…

“Grandfather!” Seeing this, the Bu family head and Bu Tian hurriedly supported Bu Jing.

The Bu family leader trembled as he extended two fingers, placing them across Bu Tian’s nostrils. He spoke in a heavy voice, “Grandfather… he’s asleep…”

Bu Tian lamented, “Grandfather, how could you just leave like that… what, asleep? Dad, are you kidding us? Grandfather’s asleep, and you’re so serious?”

“I’m just worried he might die,” the Bu family leader explained awkwardly. He’d put on a good face, only to discover that Grandfather was simply asleep.

“He has six months, seven days, and two hours to live,” Bai Hongtu said. Although Bu Jing was frail and felt like she could die at any moment, Bai Hongtu believed she could still live for more than six months.

Predicting how much longer was easy for Bai Hongtu.

“Let him get some sleep.” Jiang Li saw that Bu Jing’s peaceful expression didn’t indicate she was preparing to die, but rather that she was letting go of a burden and falling into a peaceful sleep.

…

Bu Jing returned to the dream, but this time without his younger brother.

Steam rose from the river, stretching to either side, with no beginning or end in sight. Standing on the other side, his father and mother called Bu Jing’s nickname, urging him to come over.

Their faces were obscured by the thick fog, making it hard to see.

In his dream, Bu Jing was no longer the hunched, wrinkled old man, but a young, vigorous twenty-year-old. Though only a congenital warrior, he felt more powerful than the most powerful of men.

Hearing his parents call, he strode over, a smile beaming.

In the past, Bu Jing could only step one foot into the stream, unable to move further, unable to reach the other side and embrace his parents.

This time, Bu Jing reached the riverbank, both feet in. He felt he could reach the other side, but this time, he stopped.

Bu Jing retreated to the shore.

“Xiaoyin, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you coming over?” Bu Jing’s father asked curiously. “Haven’t you always been unable to come over even when you wanted to? Why aren’t you coming this time?”

Bu Jing smiled apologetically.

“Father, Mother, I’m back. The Twelve Heavenly Kings aren’t dead yet. Even if I die, I’ll die on the battlefield of the final battle with them. If I die in my sleep, my real father will surely be furious in the underworld.”

A gust of wind blew, dispersing the thick fog over the river and the figures of Bu Jing’s father and mother.

…

Bu Jing had never slept so soundly and peacefully as he did today. When he woke, he found himself filled with boundless energy, reminiscent of the vibrant self he had been in his dreams.

“If you’re awake, come out and bask in the sun,” Jiang Li’s voice echoed in his ears.

Bu Jing had been hiding in his secret room for a hundred years, emerging only a handful of times, and even when he did, it was always in the dead of night.

Few in the Bu family knew of his existence. If he were discovered, it would surely cause a huge uproar. Not to mention his origins, his appearance alone would be enough for people to spread his story to the emperor.

In this world, everyone only lives to forty and dies in middle age. It’s no wonder that his frail appearance would be mistaken for a freak.

Whenever Bu Jing thought of this, she found it ridiculous and pathetic.

In today’s world, even the elderly have never seen one.

It was daytime, but Bu Jing still obeyed Jiang Li’s words and left the secret room and went to the lobby.

“I heard from Abu that you’ve memorized various martial arts manuals?” Jiang Li heard from Abu that their father, Buwu, was the leader of the martial arts world, and their family had a vast collection of martial arts manuals. Bu Jing was a book lover, spending his days in the Sutra Library. Although the books were destroyed by the Heavenly Kings, Abu felt that his eldest brother might still remember some of them.

“If you’re talking about martial arts manuals from three hundred years ago, I have indeed memorized them. I wouldn’t say all of them, but 70% to 80% is enough. Some of them are too obscure, and I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Quite a lot.” Jiang Li nodded. “Can you write them all down?”

“Sure.”

Bu Jing answered without hesitation. He knew those martial arts manuals by heart. In the dark secret room, he did most of the research, trying to find a way to break through the peak of human power.

Unfortunately, three hundred years passed, and he found nothing.

(End of this chapter)