Chapter 771: Karma and Memory [Third Update,

Chapter 771: Karma and Memory [Third Update, Seeking monthly votes]

The Immortal Realm, an endless expanse of ocean.

Han Jue stood on the sandy beach as waves crashed in succession, resembling strings of white blossoms, with no end in sight on either side.

The sky here was so blue, so low.

A sea breeze carrying a slightly salty, fishy scent blew towards him. Han Jue's long hair stirred gently as he squinted his eyes, feeling truly refreshed and invigorated.

Having wandered the Immortal Realm for decades, he had visited cultivation Sects, Mortal cities, witnessed the grandeur of imperial palaces and temples, and observed the simple joys of rustic commoners.

He had also encountered numerous evils, but truth be told, the Heavenly Dao was largely in a state of peaceful momentum.

There is no world of absolute peace.

As for the evils he encountered, Han Jue would not intervene because he could see that as those wicked people committed their atrocities, their fates were, in the unseen workings of things, already heading towards destruction.

Today, he kills one day, bullies one person, perhaps finding pleasure in it, but Han Jue could see his miserable future, where even being human in the next life would be difficult.

This is the perspective of a great power. This is why those great powers with kind hearts do not relieve suffering—they simply see further.

Saving one person today, allowing them to escape this calamity, might mean an even greater calamity awaits.

Of course, this is a difference in perspective.

When the gap in Realms is not vast, if one possesses kindness and a sense of justice, one should act upon it, accumulating Karma for oneself, continuously improving, all to save more people.

Han Jue was not without kindness; it was just that he had already transcended the rules of heaven and earth, and interfering would only disrupt the order.

Mortals would not intervene in the conflicts of ants beneath the soil in their courtyard either.

"It's indeed nice to come out for a stroll occasionally."

Han Jue murmured to himself, a smile appearing on his face.

For the Heavenly Dao to be as it is today, he felt he deserved the foremost credit.

Perhaps he did not build the Heavenly Dao, but regarding the direction of its development, even Venerable Xuandu had to consult him.

Without him, the Heavenly Dao would have been destroyed who knows how many times.

Han Jue walked along the seaside, aimlessly.

Rows of birds swept across the sky.

Boom!

The sea surface suddenly exploded as a black fish as massive as a mountain leaped out, blotting out the sky and sun. On its head stood a figure—a man in blue robes, holding a sword.

"Hahaha, you beast! Trying to eat me? You're still far from capable!"

The blue-robed man laughed with high spirits, turned, and swung his sword. Sword Qi swept out, blood splattered, and the black fish's head was split in two. Still attached to the body, it let out a roar like that of a tiger or lion.

The black fish fell back into the sea, stirring up terrifying waves hundreds of feet high.

Just as the seawater was about to fall on Han Jue, it evaporated directly.

Han Jue glanced over and sighed inwardly, "I've never experienced such thrilling adventures. I'm truly envious."

The blue-robed man leaped down, landing in front of Han Jue, and sheathed his sword.

He patted his robes with a carefree air and asked with a smile, "You have impressive skills, brother. I actually couldn't sense your aura."

Han Jue said, "Since you couldn't sense it, how dare you block my path?"

The blue-robed man laughed, "Traveling the world is about making good friends. I am Gu Heng. May I know your name, brother?"

Han Jue replied with a half-smile, "My name is not something you can know, or you will bear great Karma."

Gu Heng was stunned.

Damn, he's good at pretending!

He always thought he was good at pretending, but he never expected to meet someone even better.

Gu Heng smiled, "Oh? Is that so? Let me try, brother. Let's see if I can bear this great Karma."

Han Jue suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Gu Heng's shoulder.

So fast!

Gu Heng's pupils dilated, his heart filled with shock.

His gaze met Han Jue's eyes. A terrifying pressure enveloped his heart, frightening him so much that he directly collapsed and knelt before Han Jue.

Han Jue smiled slightly and walked past him.

He was, after all, a Great Dao Sage. Why bother with a Mortal?

In just a few steps, Han Jue disappeared at the end of the coastline.

A long time passed.

Gu Heng came back to his senses and shakily stood up.

He looked fearfully in the direction Han Jue had left, muttering to himself, "Who is he… Damn it, I am a Six Profound Divine Origin!"

He loved to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger. Previously, he had suppressed his aura to the cultivation level of a Taiyi True Immortal, wandering the world and amusing himself among Mortals.

To make a Six Profound Divine Origin collapse and kneel directly on the ground—it was too outrageous!

Gu Heng had even visited a Saint's Dao field!

His heart was full of doubts.

Who was that person just now?

He tried to recall carefully, only to realize in horror that he could no longer remember the other's appearance.

…

Inside a temple.

Han Jue sat at a small table drinking tea. Kneeling opposite him was a white-robed monk—none other than White-Robed Buddha, who had submitted to Han Jue long ago and was now the master of the Yao Realm.

White-Robed Buddha was very excited about Han Jue's arrival.

He had thought Han Jue had forgotten him, but he held no resentment. After all, thanks to the Karma between the Yao Realm and Han Jue, the Saints had all treated him well.

Han Jue smiled, "The Yao Realm has developed quite well, with ten Grand Unity Golden Immortals."

Suppressing his excitement, White-Robed Buddha replied respectfully, "All thanks to your nurturing, venerable one."

The current Yao Realm was not only prosperous in development but also vast in territory, truly deserving to be called the second Mortal Realm.

The Yuqing Sacred Sect still existed and had become the most ancient Holy Land, with profound底蕴. The previous Holy Land, the Celestial Immortal Mansion, had perished in the great war between righteous and demonic forces hundreds of thousands of years ago. The Yuqing Sacred Sect would have met the same fate had it not been for White-Robed Buddha's protection.

White-Robed Buddha understood very well the importance of the Yuqing Sacred Sect. Perhaps Han Jue no longer cared about it, but seeing it would inevitably evoke memories. As long as there was a point of remembrance, that was enough.

This was the difference between the Yao Realm and other Mortal Realms.

Once the Yuqing Sacred Sect was gone, the Yao Realm would completely sever its Karma with Han Jue.

As if remembering something, White-Robed Buddha said, "By the way, your former Sect Master, Li Qingzi, has reincarnated. He is now a Prodigy of the Yuqing Sacred Sect."

Han Jue looked at him deeply, causing him to lower his head.

Damn!

Too deliberate!

White-Robed Buddha regretted inwardly. He had been too hasty. Such matters should be discovered by Han Jue inadvertently to be effective. How could he have spoken of it himself?

"You have a heart. Just let things take their natural course. I will not forget your contributions either."

Han Jue picked up his teacup with a smile, finished the tea in one gulp.

Li Qingzi was already an acquaintance from the previous calamity. How long had it been since the cycle of Reincarnation? Moreover, with ghosts dying in the Dao Annihilation Divine Ability, for Li Qingzi to have avoided the Dao Annihilation Divine Ability, someone must have protected him, preventing his Reincarnation during the calamity.

White-Robed Buddha was overjoyed and hurriedly said he did not deserve such praise.

Han Jue stayed in this temple for several months before leaving, during which he also taught White-Robed Buddha a Divine Ability.

…

Within a valley.

A man in plain clothes was practicing sword forms in a bamboo forest. He was only practicing the sword techniques, not releasing any magical power, not even stirring a single breeze.

"I'll teach you a set of sword techniques. How about it?"

A voice drifted over. The plain-clothed man turned his head to see an extremely handsome man appearing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

The plain-clothed man asked warily, "Who are you, Fellow Daoist? Why have I never seen you in the Yuqing Sacred Sect?"

Han Jue stared at his completely unfamiliar face and smiled, "I can make you the strongest in the Yuqing Sacred Sect. So, will you learn or not?"

The plain-clothed man frowned deeply and said solemnly, "I will not learn!"