After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

Chapter 140: Past, A Turning Point

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He walked down a long street. The street was not long, only about 60 meters long. The buildings on both sides of the street were destroyed, and no one was alive. ????????????????????????????. ????o????

The ground felt muddy, though he could not tell what was actually on the ground.

On the muddy street, a dead soul that was about 2.5 meters tall was patrolling silently with a horse-chopping saber in hand.

The soul itself was already riddled with holes, and one could see its spine through its chest.

“Is this a fragment of the soul’s memory? Or does it only show this part of its life?”

Yuchi had used an extreme method.

He had destroyed his own body and faked his death.

He had restored only a tiny portion of his body, about the size of a speck of dust.

The dead soul was not particularly strong, so it could not sense that Yuchi was still alive.

If Yuchi wanted to, he could instantly restore his physical body to its complete state.

Yuchi had entered the time period where the dead soul originated for the first time.

He was seeing things from the perspective of the dead soul in this scene.

It felt like a dream.

There was no way to know in detail what something looked like in the dream. Everything was just a description…

Just like this street.

Yuchi could only sense that this street existed. He could only sense that the buildings were destroyed and that it had been through the flames of war.

He could only sense that a great danger was about to descend.

It was like a lucid dream.

Yuchi had been observing the dead soul for an unknown amount of time.

In the end, he found that the scene was a loop.

If the scene was sorted out in a timeline, and the beginning time was defined as 12:00am…

At 12:00am, the dead soul would emerge from a dilapidated courtyard on a horse.

At 12:30am, the dead soul would discover some enemies at the end of the street and fight them.

At 1:00am, the dead soul would lose his left arm. He fought these enemies until he finally killed one of them.

At 3:00am, the dead soul would lose his horse and fall from it, and would thus have to fight the enemy on foot.

At 5:00am, the dead soul would kill all these enemies, and he would lean against the wall to catch his breath.

At 8:00am, when the dead soul turned his head and looked in one direction, another group of enemies rushed out of the darkness. This group of enemies would directly charge into the courtyard where the dead soul had emerged from and kill a few black shadows in the courtyard. Based on Yuchi’s speculation, these black shadows were likely the family members of this dead soul.

At 10:00am, the dead soul finally killed these enemies after a fierce battle.

At 12:00pm, the dead soul would kneel outside the courtyard, kowtowing and wailing. Blood and tears would come out of his eyes that were riddled with holes.

At 6:00pm, a new wave of enemies would rush in from both sides of the street.

At 8:00pm, the dead soul wouldkill all of these enemies.

From 8:00pm to 12:00am, the dead soul would patrol this street.

Then the scene would restart and the dead soul would instantly disappear and re-emerge from the courtyard on his horse.

One description after another appeared in his “dream”.

Perhaps these scenes were memories.

“So, the dead souls themselves are constantly repeating this scene.”

Yuchi understood.

At 8:00am in the morning, he stood at the edge of the courtyard and saw a few people rush into the courtyard. These people would kill all of the relatives of the dead souls.

The heads of his loved ones flew high into the air.

Black blood was splattered everywhere. He had seen this kind of scene many times by now.

Yuchi had been trying to see if he could kill these people and prevent this tragedy from happening again and again.

His efforts proved fruitless.

These people did not actually exist. They were just a ‘description’.

In other words…

To this dead soul, these enemies were just nameless existences.

Who were these enemies? Where did they come from?

The dead soul had no idea. He only knew that they were enemies.

“This is the first time I’ve entered the memory fragments of these ancient dead souls.”

“I don’t know what these fragments of memories represent, but I’ll need to observe more of them in the future.

“There’s no need for me to continue this particular scene though,” Yuchi muttered to himself.

His body recovered and, in an instant, he appeared at the end of the street.

When the dead soul saw Yuchi appear, it instantly stopped attacking its enemies and launched an attack on Yuchi.

Yuchi also tried to communicate with the dead soul, but since the dead soul was rather weak, it seemed that it didn’t preserve any of its consciousness.

When he thought about it, the Vast Sea Dragon King and Medusa seemed to be alive.

They still had the same thoughts as they had in the past.

They still had the same logical judgment as back then.

Although their bodies had been destroyed, their thoughts and memories as a whole still existed.

If he could enter the memories of the Vast Sea Dragon King or Medusa, what would he see?

Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, Yuchi grabbed the dead soul’s shoulder.

With a simple Dao aura shockwave, the dead soul was instantly annihilated.

The street where the dead soul was located was like a piece of paper on fire. It immediately turned into ashes and disappeared.

He reappeared in the depths of the river. He would finally find out who his opponent was this time.

Then, when Yuchi examined the description of his opponent, something unexpected happened again.

[Past: Hanjiang – Horse-chopping Saber]

[Difficulty: B]

[Race: Artifact Spirit]

[Technique: Warhorse]

[Introduction: A horse-chopping saber that was trapped on a street. After fighting for many years, it finally fell. Carrying this weapon will allow its wielder to summon a warhorse!]

The description of his opponent had changed.

In the past, when the fishing rod was used to catch prey, it only displayed the word ‘catch’.

What did catch mean?

Well, it was prey. A simple prey without any feelings.

However, now that Yuchi had entered these so-called prey’s memory fragments, it seemed that the fishing rod had also undergone some changes.

Even the notification itself had changed.

It was as if the fishing rod in Yuchi’s hand was alive!

It felt a little weird.

‘Catch’ had become ‘Past’.

‘Grade’ had become ‘Difficulty’.

‘Attribute’ had become ‘Race’.

‘Skill’ had become ‘Technique’.

Only the description remained the same.

From Yuchi’s perspective, things seemed to be developing in an indescribable direction.