In the dim space, a sudden loud noise echoed, and water splashed everywhere, bringing a different kind of vitality to the dark bottom of the cliff.
It was as if some forbidden seal had been triggered!
A white light enveloped Tang Changsheng's entire body, and his figure slowly dissipated into the pool.
Time slowly passed, one day, two days….
Tang Changmin and several other children, their clothes tattered, stumbled to the village entrance, crying out hoarsely, "Quick, save Changsheng!" Their cries startled the villagers who were working in the fields.
When the adults of peach blossom Village saw Tang Changmin and the other children, all dirty and crying so sadly, but Tang Changsheng was nowhere to be seen, their hearts sank.
They rushed forward, grabbing Tang Changmin and the children, asking what had happened. When they learned that Tang Changsheng had been chased by a giant python while trying to save them all, everyone was consumed with anxiety, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.
For a moment, there was chaos as they notified the villagers to gather. Tang Changsheng's parents, learning that their son was being chased by a giant python and his life was uncertain, had no time for grief.
They quickly arrived at the village entrance to assemble. Other villagers quickly grabbed knives, forks, and bows and arrows, and set off to rescue Tang Changsheng.
Along the way, Tang Changsheng's family and the villagers found no traces of blood, which made them breathe a sigh of relief. But when they followed the tracks of Tang Changsheng's struggle with the python, they eventually arrived at the edge of the cliff.
Since there was no blood along the way, the villagers and Tang Changsheng's family deduced that Changsheng had not been eaten by the python. However, looking at the bottomless cliff, their hearts were filled with dread and uncertainty.
Everyone knew in their hearts that Changsheng must have jumped off the cliff voluntarily. The villagers looked at the bottomless cliff, at a loss.
His closest relatives felt as if their strength had been drained from their bodies, and they collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down their faces, crying out hoarsely, trying to get a response from Tang Changsheng.
Tang Mu, Zhou Qing, looked at the place where her son had jumped. The light in her eyes was gone. Unable to accept the truth, she fainted and was carried back to their small courtyard by fellow villagers, his father, and grandfather.
From then on, Tang Changsheng's family lost their usual laughter and joy, becoming distraught and sitting on the steps of their doorway all day, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.
Tang Mu, Zhou Qing, could not accept the news of her son's passing. She cried every day, her eyes almost blind from weeping.
The villagers felt a pang of sadness seeing this scene.
The parents of those mischievous children, witnessing such a sight, often hung them up and beat them severely to vent their inner frustrations.
The few companions also lost their former liveliness, often remaining silent.
The adults all instructed them: "You must treat Changsheng's parents and grandfather as your own family. Only then can you be worthy of Changsheng sacrificing his life to protect you." This situation continued until Tang Changsheng returned.
Meanwhile, our protagonist, Tang Changsheng, slowly began to regain consciousness, step by step taking control of his body. He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes.
Tang Changsheng discovered that he was not dead, and the severe injuries he had sustained had healed. Lying on the stone slab, he happily danced with joy for a long time.
After a while, Tang Changsheng began to examine his surroundings. He found himself in what appeared to be a cave dwelling of an immortal cultivator. He couldn't help but wonder, "Could this be the 'great misfortune followed by great fortune' that people talk about?"
Tang Changsheng suppressed his excitement and confusion, and began to cautiously survey his surroundings.
With the help of the dazzling light emitted by the night-shining pearls, about the size of an egg, embedded in the walls, he began to examine his surroundings. The cave dwelling was probably tens of thousands of square meters, as large as several football fields in his previous life.
The furnishings of the cave dwelling were relatively simple yet luxurious. What caught his eye was a prayer mat and several old-looking bookshelves, on which were placed dozens of books and some jade slips.
There was also a large, ancient-looking cauldron, almost two people tall, intricately embroidered with complex and obscure patterns. It was clearly no ordinary item.
In one corner, there was also a small herb garden, where some unknown spirit grasses and spirit medicines were planted.
Among them, a towering, ancient, and weathered tree, dozens of meters high, was particularly striking. It stood in the center of the herb garden, surrounded by swirling mists.
The entire tree was full of vitality, and it bore a single, bright red fruit, its surface shimmering with seven-colored light, appearing extraordinarily mysterious, making people unconsciously swallow their saliva.
Tang Changsheng knew this might be owned, so he reluctantly averted his gaze and continued his search, noticing a secret room within the main chamber.
Tang Changsheng cautiously tried to push open the secret door. What met his eyes was a middle-aged man with a white robe, sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome, domineering face, exuding an overwhelming aura of power and endless majesty, sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Tang Changsheng shivered, quickly bowed, and apologized, "I apologize for disturbing your seclusion, senior." Then he carefully lowered his head, and all was silent.
Time slowly passed. A quarter of an hour went by, and he saw no response from the middle-aged man.
Tang Changsheng then slowly raised his head and carefully observed. He found that the middle-aged man had long since stopped breathing and had no heartbeat. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed. But then he thought of the transmigration plots in novels from his previous life, and he couldn't help but become nervous again.
He observed the middle-aged man's condition even more carefully, noting that his body was incorruptible and still exuded a faint pressure. He must have been a powerful immortal cultivator in his life!
For some unknown reason, a feeling of closeness arose within him towards the middle-aged man's corpse, which he found strange. He then dismissed this absurd thought from his mind.
Tang Changsheng, enduring the pressure from the corpse, gritted his teeth, sweating profusely, and took one step at a time to reach the corpse. He clearly felt a mysterious connection between the middle-aged man and himself, which filled him with an inexplicable sadness.
But when Tang Changsheng discovered the ring on the man's hand, he was filled with joy and stopped thinking further.