Permanent Martial Arts Chapter 1973: Returning to the Past!

“To fall into oblivion…” Lin Feng whispered to himself.

He felt a wave of hesitation. Having already severed his ties to both the future and the present, he could actually lead a life of absolute freedom without ever stepping into the past spacetime.

He possessed the ability to traverse any future timeline at will, completely unrestrained and perfectly secure. To some degree, the Lin Feng of today was already an invincible existence!

Nevertheless, he had successfully completed two of the three essential steps required to transcend spacetime. Only the final stage remained. Could Lin Feng truly walk away now without even attempting it?

Even with the clear knowledge of the looming dangers, how could he possibly be satisfied with quitting?

He stood at the very threshold of the end. It was impossible for him to simply ignore the past spacetime and not experience it firsthand.

Yet, the risk of being lost to oblivion within the past was real. Lin Feng lacked absolute certainty; he didn't even have a ten percent confidence level. Indeed, who could ever be certain of their ability to successfully sever the past?

Lin Feng avoided making a reckless choice. Preparation was necessary. At the very least, he needed to deepen his understanding of the past.

Consequently, Lin Feng sought out the white-haired old man once more for guidance.

The white-haired old man felt a sense of relief seeing that Lin Feng had severed the present and was committed to facing the past. Long ago, he too had cut away his future and present to venture into the past spacetime.

The only difference was that the white-haired old man had met with failure.

Despite that failure, his experiences were of immense value to Lin Feng. After all, besides Dawn, the white-haired old man was the only person who had entered the past and returned with a mind clear enough to recall everything.

Surely, some of that wisdom would prove beneficial to Lin Feng.

“Senior, I seek your counsel!”

Lin Feng offered a respectful bow to the elder.

With a heavy sigh, the white-haired old man nodded. “Since your mind is made up, I will hide nothing. I shall disclose everything I know regarding the past spacetime.”

The elder held nothing back, recounting every detail of his journey with great care.

However, as he listened, Lin Feng’s brow began to furrow.

The issue wasn't that the story was overly complex, but rather that it seemed too simple. The elder’s experience appeared quite ordinary. He had simply returned to the past and, in a state of confusion, became assimilated, following the life path that had already been written for him.

Had Dawn not pulled him back, he would have remained lost in that oblivion forever.

Such an experience offered Lin Feng very little practical help. Even if he constantly told himself that everything was merely a past illusion, what difference would it make?

The silent process of assimilation would still take hold, causing him to sink into the past.

However, specific details did catch Lin Feng's attention. For instance, upon entering the past spacetime, a powerful force of suppression would crush any power that exceeded one's "past self."

This meant that aside from his memories, he would possess no great power once he returned.

It was essentially a return to his former self, much like a rebirth.

But returning to the past was far more complex than simple rebirth. No matter what actions one took, the past spacetime would work to minimize the impact, forcing events back onto their original course.

The past was immutable!

Only through the transcendence of spacetime could the past be altered, yet even then, it would transform into someone else's history.

Furthermore, as time marched on, the spacetime cultivator might eventually be assimilated, convinced that their true life was just a dream. Everything would feel like a mere fantasy.

Eventually, they would fall into total oblivion, forced to relive their life's path in an endless loop. The white-haired old man referred to this phenomenon as “spacetime reincarnation.”

This was the true horror of the journey!

Lin Feng gained no further insights from the elder. In truth, the white-haired old man had been very direct: assimilation was the most formidable weapon of the past spacetime, and it happened in total silence.

Even with prior warning, there was little one could do to resist it.

True transcendence required one to reach total enlightenment before the assimilation took hold. Only then could one sever the past and truly transcend spacetime. Otherwise, waking up once the process started was impossible.

Lin Feng spent a long time in solitary reflection.

Ultimately, he decided he had to try.

He was just like every other spacetime cultivator who had severed the future and the present. Having taken two steps toward transcendence, with the final goal finally in sight, who would be willing to just give up?

Lin Feng refused to quit, so he would press on.

A single thread manifested before him.

Previously, his future and present were entangled in a web of countless threads, but he had cut them all away. This solitary thread was his only remaining connection.

For now, Lin Feng could not sever this link to the past.

The process of returning was quite straightforward.

He merely had to follow this thread to be naturally pulled back into the past.

Lin Feng did not know if this journey would lead to success or eternal oblivion, but he was no longer burdened by doubt.

His only pursuit now was transcendence.

Swoosh.

In an instant, Lin Feng traveled through the past thread, his form vanishing immediately.

Inside the Central Sea University library, a pale Lin Feng sat clutching a book on genetic biology. As was his habit, he was searching for a cure for his condition.

Regrettably, despite hours of searching, no answer was found.

Every text suggested the same thing: one had to break the genetic lock and reorganize their genes. But for someone as naturally frail as Lin Feng, breaking that lock was an impossible task.

Just as he reached for another book, his mind went completely blank.

In a heartbeat, the confusion in Lin Feng’s eyes was replaced by a sharp, piercing gaze—an "ancient" aura that seemed entirely out of place for his young age.

“I… I have returned?”

Lin Feng stared at his palms and took in his surroundings.

The environment felt slightly foreign, yet deeply familiar.

The library of Central Sea University!

This was the place where his destiny had shifted; he could never forget it.

Still, it felt strange. So much time had passed—so much that Lin Feng felt as though he had lived through countless incarnations. Who could have guessed he would eventually become a spacetime cultivator on the verge of transcendence?

Indeed, the Lin Feng standing here was no longer the boy from the past.

Though the situation was complex, at this moment, he was a spacetime cultivator who had traveled from the Eternal Realm back to his own history!

Lin Feng had successfully returned to the past!

He was back in a place he knew intimately, the very location where his life had changed—the Central Sea University Library!