Chapter 384: A Name
After the water mirror closed, Chen Chang'an stood before the desk, holding that ancient jade slip in his hand, his fingertips gently caressing the patterns on its surface.
Ji Hongli stood beside him, her gaze slightly fixed, her expression rarely solemn.
"Next comes the greatest harvest of this time," Chen Chang'an said in a low voice.
Ji Hongli nodded slightly, without speaking further.
Chen Chang'an took a deep breath and slowly opened the jade slip.
This time, there was no gate spirit, no labyrinth, no complex restrictions.
Inside the jade slip, there was only a simple sentence—
"Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Three Pure Ones (do not speak it out)."
Chen Chang'an's pupils suddenly contracted, his breathing almost stopping.
With his cultivation having reached this step, he had long since transcended the mundane. Even if someone mentioned his name from thousands of miles away, he could sense it in his heart. Not to mention… one of the legendary Three Pure Ones?
He naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to say it out loud.
But the question was—why?
Why would the last sentence left by that Saint Master be this name?
"Could it be…" Chen Chang'an's brows tightly locked, countless possibilities flashing through his mind, "Behind the Upper Realm, is actually this Saint who didn't leave before the Great Calamity?"
He showed the contents of the jade slip to Ji Hongli.
For him, Ji Hongli was already someone one hundred percent worthy of trust.
Ji Hongli pondered for a moment and said softly: "Not necessarily. Perhaps this sentence is merely the key to unlocking the book and pen. The true answer should still be inside that book."
A flash of light appeared in Chen Chang'an's eyes, and he slowly nodded.
Since it couldn't be spoken, then… write it?
This was the function of that strange pen?
He turned his hand and took out the Chronicle of Fate and that pen. The book was ancient and heavy, with obscure Dao patterns flowing on its cover. The pen was entirely black, but its tip carried a faint golden light, as if it could enlighten all things.
Chen Chang'an opened the Chronicle of Fate, the pages rustling.
Whether by coincidence or not, the page he opened happened to have written—
Jade Script inherits the lineage, Sword Soul guards the truth.
The Heavenly Dao is perpetually obscure, life begets life without end.
Chen Chang'an's eyes moved slightly, his fingertips gently brushing over the writing on the page.
Then, he picked up that pen and beneath the line "life begets life without end," slowly wrote—
"Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Three Pure Ones."
The moment these eight characters fell, the golden light at the pen tip suddenly surged. The ink on the page flowed like water, gradually transforming into a complex rune, then quietly fading away.
The room was silent. Only candlelight swayed, reflecting in Chen Chang'an's deep eyes.
He stared at the page, waiting for something.
However, nothing happened.
No phenomena, no revelation of heavenly secrets, not even the slightest spiritual fluctuation.
As if these eight characters had merely been silently swallowed by the book.
Ji Hongli frowned slightly: "Failed?"
Chen Chang'an was silent for a moment, then suddenly sensed something and laughed softly: "No, quite the opposite."
Before his words fell, the Chronicle of Fate in his hand suddenly began to vibrate violently. The pages moved without wind, the Dao patterns on the surface flowing like water waves. Amidst flashing golden light, this ancient immortal artifact actually slowly transformed, ultimately becoming a—
modern diary.
Chen Chang'an was stunned.
This diary looked completely ordinary—the brown cowhide cover was slightly worn, with tiny frayed edges at the corners. There were no decorative patterns on the cover, only the simple English word "Diary" printed in gilt at the bottom right corner.
The thread-bound traces on the spine were clearly visible. The paper was slightly yellowed, feeling somewhat rough to the touch.
Opening the inner pages, the lined paper had faint blue horizontal lines printed on it. Each page had a small date column printed in the upper right corner. The page edges were slightly curled from frequent flipping, and a few pages even had traces of sticky notes.
The diary's binding wasn't exquisite, but it was sturdy and durable. When closed, one could smell a faint aroma of paper and ink, mixed with a bit of the sediment of time. At the book's mouth, one could see the natural color difference produced by long-term use—the parts near the spine were slightly darker, growing lighter toward the outside.
This diary had no magnificent decorations, yet everywhere showed traces of use—there were a few not-so-obvious coffee stains on the cover, and occasionally one could see ink blots left by fountain pens on the inner pages.
"So this is its most original appearance?"
Chen Chang'an couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Who would have thought that the Chronicle of Fate, an immortal artifact circulated in the Upper Realm for ten thousand years, was actually a diary left behind by a transmigrator?
Could this be considered some strange version of "hiding one's greatness in the city"?
Clearing the miscellaneous thoughts from his mind, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the first page.
But he never expected—
The first sentence that met his eyes made his pupils suddenly contract—
"My son, I am your father—not joking, in the sense of blood relation."
Chen Chang'an: "..."
He stared at this line, his brows slowly furrowing: Was this… taking advantage of me?
As if responding to his confusion, the writing on the page continued to appear—
"Because when you see this diary, then you must certainly be my kid. Besides the unlock password I left behind, it must also be my direct bloodline that can truly open this book."
Chen Chang'an fell silent.
The room was terrifyingly quiet for a time.
On the other side, Ji Hongli looked somewhat curiously at her husband's dazed appearance.
She glanced at the writing on the book. In her eyes, it was all meaningless strange symbols. She immediately understood that this book could probably only be read by Chen Chang'an.
And on the other side.
After being dazed for a full five minutes, Chen Chang'an slowly raised his head, a trace of confusion in his eyes: Could it be… really my father?
He lowered his head to look at the diary. He had been an orphan his entire previous life. Now after transmigrating, he discovered… the reason I was an orphan was because my father transmigrated before me?
His fingertips gently brushed over the page, as if wanting to confirm whether this was illusion or reality.
However, the writing on the diary remained clear. When he touched it, it even faintly glowed with golden light, as if silently responding to him—
That's right, it's real.
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