Chapter 5

After Master Huiguo dissolved into light and left, the grand solar phenomenon in the sky naturally dissipated, and everything returned to its original state, almost making one think that the brilliant sun had been just an illusion.

Of course, Meixue would not forget the grand Buddhist spectacle triggered by Master Huiguo's smile and the blossoming of the great sun. This was the first time in his life that he had witnessed the power of a great practitioner. In his mind, his teacher was undoubtedly a true high monk and a great practitioner of Buddhism.

However, it seemed that his teacher had to leave urgently, and as a result, he had not truly joined the Buddhist order.

So, he was not yet a member of the Buddhist order, but he was a disciple of Master Huiguo.

While Meixue was troubled by not being able to truly enter the Buddhist order, the entire Tiantai Mountain was already in a frenzy. The celestial phenomena caused by Master Huiguo had thoroughly shocked the entire Tiantai Mountain. A few people saw the golden light that flashed on the peak of the back mountain and rushed over without delay.

This was a great practitioner who could cause changes in the heavens and earth, a legendary figure at the pinnacle of both the Buddhist and Immortal sects. Even just a glimpse of such a person could imbue one with the aura of immortality!

After all, in the archipelago, such figures could be counted on one hand. In this era of the extinction of deities and Buddhas, each of them was a renowned and legendary figure.

However, by the time they reached the peak, Meixue had already walked down the mountain via a small path, heading home at a leisurely pace.

Thus, the "Tiantai Mountain Immortal Trace" incident became an unsolved mystery. Later, people even erected a monument at the place where Master Huiguo achieved his golden body and dharma image, to commemorate the great event that occurred there. Master Huiguo was regarded as a legendary immortal, one whose head could be seen but whose tail could not.

No one knew that Master Huiguo, the great practitioner in the hearts of all, including Meixue, had only come from the East to teach Zen and to take on more students.

Back at home, Meixue calmed down a bit. Although he had not successfully entered the Buddhist order, the changes brought about by Master Huiguo were evident.

"Omniscient Bodhisattva..." He softly recited the Heart Sutra, feeling refreshed and clear-minded, as if all the dust that had once troubled him had vanished without a trace.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine loves that had once caused him great pain, which he could neither let go of nor escape from, had all disappeared without his noticing. Now, he could hardly remember their faces, and the memories of being with them were gradually becoming blurred.

He had forgotten.

He had let go.

He was no longer attached, and with his sword, he had severed the emotional ties that had long entangled him.

By the way, this sword. Meixue looked at the small sword in his hand, a wooden sword made of bodhi wood, two feet long, somewhere between a long sword and a short sword. It did not look like a weapon for battle but rather a ritual sword.

There were a few ancient characters on the sword that Meixue could not understand. They were not the common runes used in immortal techniques but rather more ancient and weathered characters. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that they contained great wisdom.

He did not remember ever owning such an item, but this sword had suddenly appeared in his hand after listening to Master Huiguo's Buddhist teachings. It must have been a gift from Master Huiguo.

Although it was not a precious item, it had helped him sever his emotional ties at the most critical moment, and for Meixue, it had a special commemorative significance.

The only regret was that Master Huiguo had not formally initiated him into the Buddhist order, which meant he had not shaved his head. According to Buddhist rules, all disciples who formally entered the order needed to have their heads shaved and take the precepts, a ceremony usually performed by their own teachers, not by others.

So, although Meixue had become a disciple of Master Huiguo, he could not be considered a true Buddhist disciple until Master Huiguo returned to shave his head and formally initiate him into the order.

Unfortunately, Meixue clearly did not know that Master Huiguo, who had achieved his golden body and dharma image, would never return to shave his head and initiate him into the Buddhist order...

That night, Meixue slept very well. For the first time, he was not troubled by his emotional ties and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

After Meixue was completely asleep, the diary that recorded his nine hundred and ninety-nine failed confessions began to emit a strange light, and the text and images on all the pages became blurry.

First, second, third... ninth hundred and ninety-ninth, everything recorded in Meixue's diary began to change. On each page, special ancient characters and images began to appear.

A seductive and lively golden-furred nine-tailed fox, a huge black shadow spreading its wings, a proud and independent golden three-legged bird, a delicate girl's hand—there were as many strange phenomena as there were pages in the notebook.

However, these phenomena were incomplete, leaving only vague shadows. When the pages turned to the nine hundred and ninety-ninth page and reached the bookmark that sealed everything, a pair of eyes opened.

Although they were just carved on the bookmark, these eyes gave the impression of being as profound as the entire universe. In the left eye, a brilliant sun appeared, and in the right eye, a cold, clear moon.

In an instant, a large amount of mist appeared in Meixue's room. These eyes quietly gazed at the sleeping Meixue, with confusion and bewilderment, as if they did not understand what had happened.

Then, these eyes looked up at the sky, seeing through the roof to the brilliant starry river.

However, it was better not to look, for the stars were not real, just a deception.

Since they did not know why, they would find someone who did.

Thus, Meixue, who had been having a good dream, instantly disappeared without a trace.

"So cold!" Meixue was awakened by the cold mist. He touched his body but did not feel the warm blanket, only a cold, damp mist.

So he opened his eyes and looked around, half asleep and half awake.

The next second, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole body trembled violently, fully awake.

So big! So big! A huge dragon!

In the white mist, a dragon appeared before him, a dragon he had never even imagined in his wildest dreams.

One scale of this dragon was as large as a small mountain, and its body stretched for countless miles, like towering mountains with no end in sight. On its head were four dragon horns piercing the clouds, and a long, bright candle, like a pillar of heaven, was held in its mouth, illuminating the mist like the sun.

"Am I dreaming?" Meixue stared at the giant dragon in front of him, feeling as small as an ant in comparison. A single breath from this dragon could probably blow him ten thousand miles away.

Had there ever been such a giant dragon in the seas and mountains? Meixue was certain that no record he had ever seen mentioned such a terrifying dragon. If it had appeared even once, it would have been recorded in history and become an eternal legend.

"Hey." A slightly lazy voice reminded Meixue that he was not alone, breaking the eerie silence of the world.

"Who's there?" Meixue nervously gripped the sword in his hand, though he had never practiced any sword techniques.

"In front of you, look closely... sigh..." The suddenly appearing voice yawned, giving the impression of wanting to sleep but forcing itself to stay awake.

In front? Meixue looked up and saw only the terrifying dragon whose head alone made him look up endlessly, its massive body like a continuous mountain range, giving an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Could it be that this giant dragon was talking to him? But its mouth did not move.

"Where? Below, in front of you." Meixue's foot was kicked, making him look down.

He saw a strange creature with four dragon horns, wearing a white robe, and a face similar to a dragon's head. It looked like a miniature version of the giant dragon lying across the heavens, but it did not give any sense of oppression—because it was only about sixty centimeters tall.

No, not only did it not give a sense of authority, but it was incredibly cute, with soft eyes that could melt the hearts of countless cute girls. If he had had such a pet as a gift when he confessed, Meixue probably would not have experienced nine hundred and ninety-nine failed relationships.

"Who are you?"

"Mortal, did you awaken me?" The cute little dragon did not answer Meixue's question but asked him instead.

"Awaken?" Meixue looked at the little dragon in confusion, not remembering when he had done such a thing.

"Is this yours?" The little dragon waved and took out a book, a book that Meixue knew all too well.

It was the diary that recorded his dark past, the emotional ties he had sealed away, and what had once been his most precious treasure.

However, that was in the past. Now, he no longer needed it, nor would he be affected by the past it carried.

He had let go, so the diary was no longer important to him.

"Indeed, so I have a few questions for you... sigh..." The little dragon yawned, showing no effort to hide its sleepiness, but it still asked the questions.

"What year is it now?"

"Is the Sage still around?"

"Why is the starry river not there?"

Meixue was taken aback, not because the questions were too difficult, but because they were too simple.

"It is now the 34,000th year of the Immortal Era."

"The Sage is of course still around, there are now thirty-six of them."

"The starry river has long been shattered."

The little dragon shrugged, showing a "just as I thought" expression.

At the same time, the long, bright candle in the mouth of the giant dragon, which stretched like a mountain range, flickered slightly, as if sighing or showing pity.

"Little one, you are very lucky, but also very unfortunate." The little dragon rose on a cloud of white mist, flew to Meixue, and tapped his head with a fan.

"Boom!" Countless pieces of information were transmitted to Meixue's mind through the tap, almost bursting his brain. He could not process such a vast amount of information and fainted on the spot.

"You and I have a connection, and you have a connection with this world. Remember to complete your task when you leave." The little dragon's irresponsible voice echoed in Meixue's mind, and then it kicked him out of this world.

"Sigh... Now I can sleep for a few years..." After kicking Meixue away, the little dragon flew into the long, bright candle in the giant dragon's mouth and fell into a deep sleep.

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