Chapter 1921: Chapter 1517: Faan Between the Mortal Dust

After losing consciousness, the concept of time becomes irrelevant.

Even if billions of years have passed, or even longer, to the individual involved, it’s merely the difference between waking and sleeping.

Li Fan was awakened by the flashing light rune before him.

It was as if it had been urging him for a long time, the light rune kept flickering. Although the frequency of each flicker remained consistent, Li Fan instinctively sensed an “urgency” within it.

This emotion even infected Li Fan, forcing him to make a choice, even though his spirit consciousness was still in a blank state.

Li Fan stared at the light rune, and after a long time, he finally understood its message.

[Simulation ended]

[You can choose one of the following options to retain:

1. An item held by yourself in this simulation.

2. The cultivation realm reached by yourself in this simulation.

3. The simulated memory of a person closely related to you in this simulation. This memory can be inherited by the person.

4. Forego the above choices to accelerate the charging process.]

…

“Simulation…”

“Retain…”

The familiar yet unfamiliar words seemed to awaken some past memories in Li Fan. But just when he was about to recall something, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his head.

Countless images, like finding an outlet, surged forward all at once, instantly engulfing Li Fan.

His real memories disappeared into the vast ocean, and Li Fan let out a scream as he fainted again.

“Rest assured, it’s just the wind evil seeping into the brain. Drink this bowl of talismanic water, and it will surely transform danger into safety. But to completely cure the symptoms, it needs to be taken continuously. Shu Juan, you must understand, many people in the village are waiting for this talismanic water to save their lives. When we were young, our relationship was good, but giving you a bowl or two for free is already quite generous. If you want more of this talismanic water…”

“It depends on how sincere you are.”

“Xiao Yue… Witch Li, don’t worry, even if I have to sell everything, I will save Fan Er.”

…

In his coma, two chattering female voices occasionally sounded in Li Fan’s ears.

Then Li Fan felt himself being forced to drink a kind of murky liquid with a peculiar smell.

It was like something brewed in a foul ditch for years; once ingested, it induced nausea that surged straight to his celestial spirit lid.

“Urgh.”

Li Fan abruptly turned and vomited.

“Shu Juan, see, I told you this talismanic water has miraculous effects! Drink a few more bowls in time, and he will recover…”

“Fan Er.” A woman, ignoring the mess Li Fan had vomited, joyfully rushed forward to check on him.

But the newly awakened Li Fan’s mind was in chaos, unable to make sense of anything. He just caught hold of that superstitious voice insisting on giving him more bowls of that murky liquid. As if once again experiencing that overwhelming stench, Li Fan felt a sudden burst of rage.

“Charlatanism!”

The voice was hoarse, cold, and ruthless.

The two women in the room were immediately frightened.

The small house was silent. Li Fan instinctively stretched out his hand towards the witch, waving in the air.

But just as he raised his hand, he felt a wave of weakness.

His stomach churned again, and he couldn’t help but vomit once more.

“Shu Juan, I think your nephew’s delusion might be severe. He needs to drink a few more bowls.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“You dare!” Li Fan was extremely furious upon hearing this.

But this body was indeed weak to the extreme.

Even if he struggled with all his might, he was easily subdued by the two farm wives. Forced, he had to drink bowl after bowl of the talismanic water.

…

A month later.

At the dining table, Li Fan ate slowly. The food wasn’t lavish—vegetables, tofu, and a bowl of fish soup were all there was.

“Even though we’ve sold off most of the farmland, your health is gradually improving, isn’t it?”

“I asked Scholar Qian in the village. It’s because you were under the grip of illness and invaded by wind evil, causing various hallucinations. As long as you read more of the Sage’s Book, the upright spirit in your heart will arise spontaneously. The hallucinations will gradually disappear…”

Li Fan nodded occasionally while listening to the woman’s chatter beside him.

At the same time, he was sorting through the various illusions in his mind.

After eating, Li Fan habitually went out for a walk to exercise. He ignored everyone who greeted him. After walking for a while, he finally reached a quiet, deserted place.

Only then did Li Fan carefully examine the rapidly jumping light rune before him.

“Simulation, inheritance.”

“What does this mean?”

During this time, every time he looked at these constantly flickering words, Li Fan seemed to feel a sense of urgency within them. Sometimes, on several quiet nights, he lay in bed unable to fall asleep.

He considered choosing randomly just to get it over with.

But his naturally cautious nature ultimately prevented him from making a hasty decision.

Li Fan had a premonition.

Whichever option he chose, it likely wouldn’t lead to a good outcome.

Feeling a slight headache, Li Fan simply pushed it out of his mind temporarily, not thinking about it.

Instead, he continued to sift through the chaotic and disordered memories in his mind.

“Are these illusions real or not?”

A month had passed, and Li Fan still couldn’t figure out the answer to this question.

The images in his memory came from different people, different times, and even different worlds.

Colorful, bizarre.

There were firsthand experiences from a first-person perspective, observations from a third-person perspective, and even a macroscopic view from the sky dome above.

It was difficult to discern reality from illusion.