Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

In sleep.

Henry Zhang seems to have come a long, long way.

He looked back on his century-long life.

From past to present.

From now to the future.

He began to break through to become a god.

At this time, his brother-in-law, King Xitian Buddha, and the two great gods of Mo Yuan in the morning and evening seas were protecting him.

His consciousness, true energy, and qi and blood are now in optimal condition.

Breaking through to become a god can be said to be a sure thing.

Finally, the last step has been reached.

There were three paths before him.

He walked directly towards the leftmost road.

After a while, he came to a cage.

The person in the cage looked blank, and Henry Zhang felt very familiar.

"Father..." The man opened his eyes and shouted to Henry Zhang, with a hint of joy on his dull face.

"Are you...are you a stick?"

"It's me." Tears flowed from Mu Guan'er's dull face.

"Why are you locked in a cage? Where are your brothers?"

"They... they have betrayed and surrendered to other gods."

"What happened?"

"My father's magic power is powerful, and he can overwhelm all the great treasures in the Great Wilderness and the gods in the day and night sea. They launched a counterattack. Zhang Dawu, Zhang Mo, Boss Qiu, and many other uncles died on the battlefield. My father was also besieged by dozens of gods. I I thought my father had died, but I didn’t expect to see him again.”

Henry Zhang looked at the wooden stick, the bones of the pipa were penetrated, and there were scars all over his body.

He sighed and said, "Mu Guan'er, since fatherhood is over, why don't you go with your brothers?"

Mu Guan'er gave a wry smile on his gloomy face: "Father, my cultivation is low, the road is too long, and my life is too short. My brothers and sisters are responsible for surviving and passing on the bloodline and incense. I am here to provoke my father's back. Don't let anyone talk about my father." Their descendants are all weaklings..."

"Idiot, idiot..." Henry Zhang burst into tears.

He never imagined that he would have such a result.

He risked his life and entered the Jingxian Mansion to obtain five drops of true spirit blood and gave them to his five children.

Unexpectedly, only his last child is left by his side.

And this child is the only one who has not melted the blood of the true spirit.

At this time, the surrounding gods were moving closer to Henry Zhang.

"Xuan Zhang, you monopolize half of the resources of the Great Wilderness Realm, which has caused the destruction of all the creatures in our Great Wilderness Realm. You should be punished!" A transformed god shouted at Henry Zhang.

At this time, Mu Guan'er hurriedly shouted to his father: "Father, you... leave quickly, you will definitely die if you stay here."

"Mu Guan'er, my father has already made a mistake once, how could he make a mistake a second time? Even if dozens of transformed gods surround him and kill him, I am not afraid!"

Henry Zhang and dozens of transformed gods rushed together.

He was beaten to pieces.

In the end, Henry Zhang died of exhaustion.

"Whoosh——"

Henry Zhang appeared in front of the three roads again.

I saw that the road on the far left had collapsed, leaving only two roads to advance to become gods.

He walked towards the middle road.

At the end of this road, he found that his skin was full of wrinkles and his back began to curve.

Moreover, Henry Zhang lost all his magic power and turned into an ordinary old man.

Snow fell from the sky and fell on his shabby clothes.

He was shivering with cold and hungry.

At this time, a man who was also rickety, wearing a raincoat, saw Henry Zhang and shouted: "Dad, I have been looking for you for a long time, and finally found you."

Henry Zhang turned around and saw that the other party's appearance was a bit familiar, and said: "You... you are a stick..."

"Dad, of course I am a stick. Look, you are confused."

"Mu Guan'er, why did you end up in this barren mountain?"

"Your younger brothers and sisters are ignoring you, but I can't ignore you. Come home with me."

"go home……"

Henry Zhang wanted to move.

But my legs were numb from the cold and I couldn't move even half a minute.

"Dad, I'll carry you."

With that said, Sticky's rickety body struggled to carry Henry on his back.

Lying on the thin back of the wooden stick.

Pieces of snowflakes fell on the father and son.

Henry Zhang kept brushing the snowflakes off the wooden stick.

The way down the mountain is several miles away.

The wooden stick carried Henry Zhang all the way to a shack at the foot of the mountain.

"Dad, are you cold? I'll heat up the kang and you'll be warm in a while."

Henry Zhang looked at the shack where Mu Guan'er lived. It can be said that the family has only four walls.

Henry Zhang sighed: "Mu Guan'er, you...are you not married?"

Mu Guan'er smiled honestly and said: "Dad, I live in this shack, no one can think highly of me. However, now that I am in my fifties, I don't care about this."

"Where are your younger brothers and sisters?"

"Dad, you have forgotten that when the family was separated, you gave the five large and bright tile-roofed houses in your family to your five younger brothers and sisters. They have all married and lived together, but I didn't expect that they were so useless that their father was old. They pushed me around and didn't even give me a bite to eat. I just heard that they cruelly sent my father to a barren mountain. Fortunately, I went there in time..."

As he said that, Mu Guan'er's honest face turned to look at Henry Zhang.

"Mu Guan'er, dad didn't give you anything, you..."

"I have never complained about dad. I will support you in your old age. I will have something to eat. You must not starve dad."

"Mugun, if I could have endured more hardships when I was young and built a tile house, you wouldn't have lived such a hard life. You would have children and grandchildren around you now, and you wouldn't be alone like now, and you would have been a bachelor all your life..." Zhang Xuan burst into tears when he said this.

"Dad, don't think about those sad things. My life is over. I just want to take good care of you for the rest of my life. That's enough."

Mugun's family didn't have much food left.

Now there is an old man in his seventies and eighties at home.

The food at home is even more stretched.

Mugun had to be thick-skinned and borrow food from neighbors.

Relying on coarse grains such as wheat bran and sorghum, he finally survived this extremely long winter.

Every day he ate simple meals, but with Mugun taking care of him by his bed, Zhang Xuan's life had never been so comfortable.

Finally, he survived until the beginning of next spring.

The ice and snow melted, and Zhang Xuan's body was almost healed.

He used his crutches and Mugun to open up a piece of wasteland halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Xuan had rich experience in farming.

The wasteland he opened up had a bumper harvest next year.

Both the father and son were overjoyed.

In the following days, the father and son lived on this piece of wasteland.

When the rain was abundant, the father and son were full of smiles.

In the dry season, the father and son were full of sorrow.

When the grain harvest was three or five more buckets, the father and son were overjoyed.

When the grain harvest was poor, the father and son would become depressed.

As time passed, Zhang Xuan became older.

He could no longer go up the mountain.

He could only help Mugun do things within his ability.

For example, pick out some full grains of millet as seeds for next year.

Rub some hemp ropes with hands and weave them into straw sandals.

Finally one day, when Zhang Xuan was selecting wheat seeds, he fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Mugun crying in front of him.

"Dad, do you have anything else to say?" Mugun asked.

Zhang Xuan knew that his life was coming to an end. He wiped away the tears from Mugun's eyes with his trembling hands and asked: "Mugun, it was Dad's fault back then. You...you..."

"Dad...you don't have to say anything. You...you shouldn't have stayed with me. Transformation is the path you want to take. Why did you stay and accompany me to live this mortal life..."

Zhang Xuan was stunned. He watched Mugun's face become blurred, and uttered the last words in his throat: "I have lived my happy life."