836: C836 Understand

C836 Understand

"But, what does that mean?"

Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with confusion as he sighed inwardly.

"Big brother Zhang, what did you say?" Yanran asked doubtfully.

Zhang Fan turned his head and his gaze landed on a few people. Seeing the doubt in their eyes, he directly voiced it out at this moment.

It is hard for him to understand for a while, but if a few people help or remind him, he may come up with something …

"Wrong faith!" The group was immediately puzzled. They felt something was off. Zhang Fan was definitely going in the right direction. After completing the mission and walking out of the tower, could it be that there were other things they had overlooked?

Seeing that everyone was also starting to make guesses, Zhang Fan sighed once again. He sat down on the soft grass and started thinking.

After a day had passed, the eight people still could not come up with anything. As for what their goal was, they had no idea.

Lying on the soft grass, Zhang Fan stared at the stars in the sky. At this moment, he had no desire to cultivate or rest. The words in his mind kept flashing.

"Young Master, you haven't rested yet," Nuwa, who was currently lying beside Zhang Fan, couldn't help but whisper to him.

"Hmm …" Zhang Fan turned his head to look at the reflection of the peerless countenance before him. Something strange appeared in his heart, then he said, "I'm still thinking about that matter. Going on here all the way is definitely not a solution."

"Young master, don't think too much about it now!"

Nuwa bit her lips, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Seeing Zhang Fan like this, she naturally felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Is it the existence I have been pursuing?"

Zhang Fan sighed, then continued, "Is there something wrong with the direction I'm going? I'm going in the direction I want to go. That doesn't seem to be wrong."

"I want to leave this place, I want to return to the Martial Spirit Continent, that's right, right?"

"Young master, you're right." Nuwa nodded gently, then leaned into Zhang Fan's arms and said, "Young master, you insisted on your own mistakes. How could there be any mistakes? Even if there were, it was someone else's mistake."

Zhang Fan's eyes revealed a strange light as he mumbled to himself, "If that's right, then why did you ask me to change it?"

"Since it has changed, it means that I am still wrong!"

Zhang Fan let out a breath. Then, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Senior said that what I said was a personal matter. Back then, I was about to say something like that."

"A personal matter …" Nuwa frowned as well, her eyes flickering slightly. She began to ponder, and after pondering for a long time, she said, "Senior, what do you mean? Don't tell me you don't want me to do it? Then how do we do it?"

"I don't know …" Zhang Fan frowned. For a moment, he didn't feel any pain at all, so he stretched out his arms and held her in his arms. Closing his eyes, he stopped thinking about it, because he really couldn't understand it.

The next day, Zhang Fan brought seven people back into the village. As he walked, he also saw the people on the streets.

Because of him, the whole rice grain disappeared. If he could not complete this task, would the people here continue like this forever?!

As he thought of this, his heart trembled once again. He sighed, and an expression of guilt appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the white-bearded old man walked out.

"Did you get the energy for the Prophecy Son's visit?" the old man asked Zhang Fan.

"No …" Zhang Fan's guilt deepened. He then said, "Senior, it's like this …"

After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "That senior wanted me to defeat him before he gave it to me. But since I was no match for him, he still said …" He paused here before continuing to explain everything.

The old man nodded. "Then what do you understand?"

"I don't understand anything," Zhang Fan sighed.

The old man glanced at Zhang Fan and said, "Hur hur, then let me ask you, what are you feeling guilty about?"

"What I feel guilty about is that the people here became like this because of me, so I …" Zhang Fan said. His voice suddenly stopped and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Looking at Zhang Fan's expression, the old man broke into a smile. "What is your goal? What is your ultimate goal? Different beliefs can bring different feelings to you."

Zhang Fan's eyes flickered. His gaze landed on the old man as he said, "Senior, I understand. Thank you for your guidance."

The old man smiled. "If you understand, then you can do the rest. Try it. If you don't try, you'll never understand."

"Okay." Zhang Fan nodded his head. He looked at the seven of them and said, "You guys wait here. I'll go out for a while."

As the sound of his voice faded, his purple eyes stared at those who were in deep slumber. Clenching his fist, his body abruptly vanished.

After Zhang Fan left, the seven of them looked at each other with a puzzled expression on their faces. What did he mean by leaving like this? The seven of them were also looking forward to the moment Zhang Fan would return.

At this time, the golden sun began to slide down and the space above the huge open space began to distort. Suddenly, a large burst of energy exploded forth, followed by a grey figure that flew out.

At this moment, the spatial distortion slowly faded away. A white-haired, violet-haired figure appeared, hovering in the air at this moment.

Zhang Fan was similarly bedraggled, but his face revealed determination at this moment.

He reached out his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. His purple eyes landed on the old man and said, "Senior, I've already defeated you. Can you give that thing to me now?"

"Heh heh."

As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, the old man laughed. He looked at Zhang Fan with a strange expression and said, "Why is your willpower so different?"

"Yes, it has changed."

Zhang Fan nodded his head and said to the old man, "I still have to thank senior for your guidance."

The old man smiled, then shrugged. "It seems you already know who I am." As he spoke, the energy in his body began to swirl about, before finally transforming into the appearance of the white-bearded old man. He was the leader of the Nuwa Alliance whom he had met earlier.

"It really is senior," Zhang Fan said at this moment.

"Tell me what you understand." The old man spoke.

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded. "I feel pressure."

"When I came to find senior earlier, I wanted to get out as soon as possible," Zhang Fan said.

"Then what about now?" The old man continued speaking at this moment.

"Now we have to consider the situation caused by my problem."

Zhang Fan said, "This gives me a lot of pressure and a reason to do it."

"Yes, that's right." The old man nodded. "When you think about your own matters, you must be stubborn. When you think about other people's matters, you should be able to change your mind from a different perspective, not just on this matter."

"I will say more about the rest of the matters because the deepest understanding depends on you. I believe you can do it!" The old man said, "Alright, go back, I should go as well!"

"Senior, what about the energy?" Zhang Fan asked anxiously.

At this moment, the old man said with a smile, "I'm giving it to you."

"Your life force is very strong, but what you lack isn't your responsibility. Also, the purpose of you helping them was … what if it's not a mission?" The old man said with a smile.

Zhang Fan was stunned once again after hearing that. For a moment, he found it hard to understand.1

"Hehe, if you had come to the ninth floor from another angle, it's not a mission. If you saw those people, would you have helped them?"

"Also, those seven girls by your side, would you put them in danger? Isn't that right? But the real meaning? Think about it carefully!"

After saying this, the old man glanced at Zhang Fan with a smile once again. His figure had completely disappeared, but his voice remained, "I'll be waiting for you to succeed."

Zhang Fan looked at the spot where the old man had disappeared. His purple eyes were still filled with doubt, as he began to think hard about it. Finally, he raised his head and exhaled. His body had also disappeared at this time.

He still hadn't figured it out yet, but he had experienced it before at the current stage. Now that he understood, he could completely understand it. He already knew what the old man had given him, and it was a type of fighting spirit.

Zhang Fan didn't fall behind, but instead walked over to the grain. Looking at the tender green bud, a green light was emitted from his body, and as it spread out in all directions, he thought of the people from the village. They had to get better.

The green glow extended for a short period of time, and the tender green buds began to grow rapidly. Surprise appeared in their eyes, and their hearts were filled with an indescribable happiness.

When the rice had matured, the green light slowly dissipated.

"I did it!" Zhang Fan exclaimed at this time. The happiness on his face became even more prominent. His heart trembled as he slowly walked forward. At this time, he chose to pull them out one by one.

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