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Chapter 365: Creation Bell Divine Ability

“Zong Shentong? He wants to see me?”

In the vast white mist, Li Fan paused from his work.

Listening to He Chen’s report, Li Fan furrowed his brows slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He had only met him briefly in the “Contemplation of Dao”, and they had never formally met in the real world.

Seeing Li Fan’s expression, He Chen lowered his voice and said, “According to Zong Shentong, he has a method to extend Master Li’s lifespan. But he insists on seeing you in person.”

“Although this person only has the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Stage, his body emits a colorful divine light, which is truly mysterious and extraordinary, even able to resist the Devouring Elemental White Mist. The elders in the Immortal Stronghold also speak highly of him.”

“Moreover, this Zong Shentong has a wide circle of friends. This time, he was introduced and guaranteed by a Nascent Soul cultivator before the Immortal Stronghold agreed to let him come over.”

“Master Li, there’s no harm in meeting him,” He Chen suggested.

Among the cultivators rescued by Li Fan two years ago in the Outpost, He Chen was the most grateful to him.

Even when Li Fan’s lifespan was nearing its end, he continued to strive at the forefront of constructing arrays.

He Chen admired Li Fan to the point of fervor, even obeying his words unquestioningly.

Li Fan nodded slightly, saying, “Very well, then lead me to meet this Zong Shentong.”

But in his heart, he thought, “It seems like someone comes knocking when you’re about to fall asleep. Setting aside whether this so-called method of extending lifespan is true or false, it’s good to probe into the origin of his colorful divine light.”

Returning to the Outpost, in the meeting hall, an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in Daoist robes, had been waiting for some time.

As Li Fan stepped in, the Zong Shentong’s gaze instantly focused on him.

After exchanging glances, Li Fan bowed first, saying, “Friend Zhong, I’ve heard much about you!”

The Zong Shentong also sighed, “Under the great reputation lies no falsehoods. The rumors outside actually turned out to be true. Friend, indeed, you are at the brink of life’s end with rapidly declining vitality.”

At these words, He Chen’s gaze turned somewhat hostile.

But Li Fan’s heart stirred, signaling He Chen to leave for now.

Once they were alone in the hall, he clasped his hands and said, “Friend, your words seem profound?”

Zong Shentong stroked his beard and nodded, “It is precisely because I have experienced a situation similar to Friend’s that I can be so certain.”

“To be honest, when I was in the outside world, upon hearing about Friend’s deeds, I actually didn’t believe it,” he admitted.

Because of my personal experience, I know how strong the fear is when the previous moment you still have a lot of life left, and the next moment death is near. The extreme disparity and the fear brought by death are so intense.”

“I once thought of myself as having a strong will, but I almost collapsed. It took a long time to recover.”

“But compared to Friend Li…”

Fate-Creating Bell shook his head, “Friend Li seemed to be overseeing the construction of an array in the white mist? Putting his own life aside… This realm is beyond my reach!”

Li Fan smiled faintly, “I know there is no hope for prolonging my life, so I just want to do a little more if I can. As for how noble…”

“I don’t think so.” Li Fan said sincerely.

But Zong Shentong was even more excited, “Yes, it’s this kind of transcendent and free attitude.”

“How did Friend Li do it? Please teach me!” Zong Shentong asked with earnestness.

After saying that, he bowed deeply.

Li Fan also reacted quickly, dodging this courtesy.

Solemnly, he said, “Fellow Daoist, your visit here is perplexing, and your behavior is even more baffling.”

“If you continue to speak nonsense, don’t blame me for losing my temper!”

“Although your seven-colored divine light is formidable, I’m not afraid of you!”

Zong Shentong smiled bitterly, slapped his head, “Friend Li, forgive me, I was reckless.”

Standing up straight, he pondered for a moment and said slowly, “What I said earlier about the method of prolonging life for Friend Li is indeed true.”

“And I sincerely want to ask Friend Li for advice.”

“Have you heard of my exploits, Fellow Daoist?” the Divine Clockmaker asked Li Fan.

Li Fan nodded, “I’ve heard of you. Fellow Daoist is renowned for his great late bloomers.”

“You were a mortal cultivating the Qi Condensation realm in your sixties. After decades of Qi Condensation, you finally reached the Foundation Establishment stage.”

“You never gave up the hope of breaking through to higher realms until your death. I truly admire your perseverance.”

Upon hearing this, Zong Shentong’s aged face actually blushed.

Looking around and seeing no one else, he said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist overly flatters me.”

“There is actually another hidden story behind this.”

“It’s also related to my visit to seek you out today.”

“I’ll share it with you today, but please don’t spread it around.”

Li Fan’s expression changed slightly, but he still nodded in agreement.

The Zong Shentong cleared his throat and asked, “Fellow Daoist, have you heard of procrastination disorder?”

“Procrastination disorder?” Li Fan was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, this old Daoist suffers from a very severe case of procrastination disorder. It’s an incurable disease,” Zong Shentong sighed.

“Back when I was eighteen, I had already obtained a part of the mysterious cultivation technique by chance. However, I had no motivation to practice it. I thought since I was still young, there would be plenty of time in the future. So, my cultivation became more and more lax.”

“I spent three days fishing and two days drying the nets, living a carefree life. Until I was in my fifties, I still hadn’t broken through to the Qi Condensation realm.”

“And at that time, I still wasn’t in a hurry.”

The Zong Shentong squinted his eyes, as if reminiscing.

“I was complacent that, with my physical condition at the time, I could easily live until seventy or eighty years old. There were still thirty more years for me to enjoy life.”

“Until that day, I mistakenly swallowed a poisonous fruit.”

“Although I managed to survive and didn’t die on the spot, my body was in critical condition, not far from my demise.”

“I had never felt that death was so close to me before, and I became more terrified than ever.”

“Between life and death, there is great terror!”

“So I thought about breaking through to the Qi Condensation realm, which would cause my longevity to surge.”

“It was like grasping the last lifeline. I abandoned everything else from my mind and focused solely on cultivation.”

“Under the pressure of death, my cultivation speed was unimaginably fast.”

“In just a day and a night, I successfully entered the Qi Condensation realm!”

“But after that, with my longevity increasing again, I lost all motivation once more. I thought since I still had so much time left to live, I might as well enjoy life first.”

“It wasn’t until decades later that I once again faced the limit of my lifespan.”

“Under the threat of death, I finally cultivated and broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage!”

After Zong Shentong finished speaking, Li Fan’s expression became extremely strange.

If he wasn’t lying, then this person was truly a talent.

“So, what is this method of extending longevity you mentioned?” Li Fan tried his best to maintain a pleasant expression and patiently asked.

The Zong Shentong said confidently, “I heard that you, Fellow Daoist, have given up on advancing to the Nascent Soul stage due to your limited remaining longevity. In my opinion, there’s no need!”

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    Oh he’s gonna share the mysterious cultivation technique?
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    Crisp009 is a heavenly person,

    So now that we know he lived life to the "fullest" do you think his 7 lights technique involves having experienced life rather than solely focused on cultivation?
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    Ah my brethren, separated by worlds apart yet we practice the same Dao.
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    Chapter 365 – The Fortune Bell Zhong Shentong (造化钟神通)


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    “Zhong Shentong? He wishes to see me?”

    Amidst the boundless White Mist, Li Fan paused his work, his brows slightly furrowing as he listened to He Chen’s report.
    The situation struck him as rather strange.

    He had only met this Zhong Shentong once before — during the [Seated Discussion of the Dao], and even then it was only briefly. In the real world, the two had never formally met.

    Seeing Li Fan’s doubtful expression, He Chen lowered his voice.
    “According to what Zhong Shentong said, he has a method to extend your lifespan, Master Li. But he insists that he must meet you in person.”

    “This person’s cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, but the seven-colored divine light surrounding him is incomparably mysterious — it can even ward off the Devouring Yuan White Mist. The higher-ups in the Eternal Immortal Bastion have spoken highly of him.”

    “Moreover, Zhong Shentong is said to have wide connections. This time, he came under the recommendation and personal guarantee of a Divine Transformation cultivator. Only then did the Bastion agree to let him through.”

    “Meeting him shouldn’t hurt, Master,” He Chen advised.

    Among the cultivators Li Fan had once saved at the Jiaxu Stronghold two years ago, He Chen was the one most deeply indebted to him.
    When Li Fan, though nearing the end of his life, still insisted on returning to the front lines, He Chen’s respect had grown to the point of fervent devotion — his obedience to Li Fan’s words absolute.

    Li Fan nodded slightly.
    “In that case, take me to meet this Zhong Shentong.”

    Yet inwardly, his thoughts stirred.
    Well, fortune favors the timely. Whether this so-called method of extending life is genuine or not, at the very least, I can use this meeting to learn more about the origin of his seven-colored light.

    When the two returned to the stronghold’s council hall, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in Daoist robes, was already waiting.
    As Li Fan stepped inside, Zhong Shentong’s gaze instantly locked onto him.

    The two regarded each other for a brief moment before Li Fan cupped his hands and said,
    “Daoist Zhong — I have long heard your name.”

    Zhong Shentong sighed softly.
    “So the man beneath the legend truly exists. The rumors were not exaggerated — you do indeed carry the aura of one whose lifespan burns rapidly away, whose end is near.”

    At those words, He Chen’s expression darkened slightly, his eyes turning sharp.
    Li Fan, however, felt a flicker in his heart and gestured for He Chen to leave them.

    Only when the hall was empty did Li Fan speak again.
    “Daoist’s words seem to carry hidden meaning?”

    Zhong Shentong stroked his beard and nodded.
    “Indeed. It is because I have once suffered the same fate that I can see it at a glance.”

    “Truth be told, when I first heard of your deeds, I did not believe them. For I myself have experienced how it feels — one moment believing your lifespan still stretches far ahead, and the next realizing death is only breaths away. That gulf… that terror of dying — it is beyond what words can describe.”

    “I once prided myself on having a steadfast heart, yet even so, I nearly collapsed. It took me a long time to recover.”

    He looked at Li Fan, his gaze burning with admiration.
    “But compared to you…”

    Zhong Shentong shook his head.
    “I saw just now that you were personally overseeing the construction of the Spirit-Locking Formation within the White Mist, heedless of your own life.”

    “Such a realm of composure — I could never reach it.”

    Li Fan smiled faintly.
    “I simply know there is no hope of extending my years. So I wish to do what I can while I still draw breath. As for being noble—”
    “I dare not claim such a thing,” he said sincerely.

    Zhong Shentong’s eyes lit up, his expression growing even more animated.
    “Yes! It is precisely this detached, unbound attitude!”

    “How do you achieve it, Daoist? Please, teach me!”

    As he spoke, he bowed deeply in full formality.

    Li Fan reacted quickly, sidestepping to avoid the salute.
    “Daoist Zhong, your arrival is already strange, and your words even stranger. If you continue speaking in riddles, do not blame me for turning hostile.”
    “Your seven-colored divine light may be powerful, but I do not fear you!”

    Zhong Shentong gave a wry smile and slapped his forehead.
    “My apologies — I was too abrupt.”

    Straightening, he pondered for a moment, then said slowly,
    “What I said before about a method to extend your life was not false. And my wish to seek your teaching — that too is sincere.”

    “Tell me, Daoist Li, have you heard of my life story?”

    Li Fan nodded.
    “I have. Daoist Zhong, you are known as one who bloomed late — an exemplar of perseverance.”

    “At over sixty, still a mortal before reaching the Qi Refining Realm. After decades of refining, you finally built your Foundation. Even until the brink of death, you never gave up the pursuit of advancement. I have long admired you.”

    At this, Zhong Shentong’s old face reddened slightly.
    He glanced around, confirmed that no one else was present, and lowered his voice.

    “Daoist, you flatter me too highly. There are hidden truths behind that story… and they are precisely why I have come to you today.”
    “What I will tell you, please do not spread to others.”

    Li Fan’s expression flickered, but he nodded in agreement.

    Zhong Shentong cleared his throat and said solemnly,
    “Daoist Li, have you ever heard of tuoyanzheng — procrastination?”

    “Procrastination?” Li Fan blinked, taken aback.

    “Yes,” Zhong Shentong sighed deeply. “I suffer from it gravely — a terminal case, utterly beyond cure.”

    “When I was eighteen, I chanced upon a profound cultivation method. Yet I lacked the drive to cultivate diligently. I thought, ‘I’m still young — there’s plenty of time ahead.’ So my diligence waned further and further.”

    “Three days of fishing, two days of drying the net — I lived leisurely and carefree. By the time I was over fifty, I still had not even entered the Qi Refining stage.”
    “And even then, I felt no urgency.”

    Zhong Shentong squinted slightly, lost in recollection.

    “With my body’s condition at the time, I thought surely I could live to seventy or eighty. Thirty years of pleasure yet ahead — what need to rush?”

    “Until one day, I mistakenly swallowed a poisonous fruit.”

    “I survived, barely, but my body was left frail and dying — death loomed near.”

    “For the first time, I realized how close death truly was — and terror consumed me.”
    “Between life and death, there lies great fear.”

    “In desperation, I recalled that once I broke through to Qi Refining, my lifespan would extend.”
    “Clutching that final thread of hope, I cast aside everything else — my mind held only cultivation.”

    “Under the pressure of death, my speed was astonishing. In a single night, I entered the Qi Refining Realm!”

    “But once my lifespan lengthened again, all motivation vanished. I thought, ‘I still have years left — I’ll enjoy life first.’”

    “Decades passed before I once more faced the limit of my years.”
    “Only under the shadow of death did I break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.”

    When he finished, Li Fan’s expression had turned most peculiar.

    If the man was not lying… then truly, what a remarkable specimen of absurdity he was.

    “So, this so-called method of extending life you speak of—what is it exactly?” Li Fan asked, maintaining a calm, polite tone.

    Zhong Shentong’s eyes gleamed with confidence.
    “I heard that you, Daoist Li, have little time remaining and have given up on breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm?”

    “In my view — that is entirely unnecessary!”

    (End of Chapter)


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    Dao of procrastination is vast indeed meme_14
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    why is the author including me in the story? evil
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    You are the strongest, procrastinator hokage
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    He is a role model for procastinators like us
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    Fellow daoist has immense comprehension in the dao of procrastination hokage
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    he's literally me
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      Except that he's a real genius lmao
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