Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Fulfilled All My WishesCh40 - Blast into the Past

Meng Yixuan was in what seemed like an abyss-like area. He could see nothing but darkness all around, but he could feel something there.

He was now confused. Wasn’t he just circulating his qi for ascension? Why had he teleported, and where had he appeared? 0zerZP

Both good questions, if only they were answerable.

He decided not to mind that. If there truly was an issue with his body, he didn’t doubt that Huli Bao would find a way to save him.

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In the darkness, he could make out absolutely nothing, not surprisingly.

However, it was warm. Not like the usual state of nothingness one would feel. Like a mother’s hug. GAs8Ht

Just as the thought came to him, he was suddenly pulled back from the warmth to see someone with a blurry face. The long and wavy ivory locks cascading behind her was the only telling feature she had. Actually, it was the only thing he could see on her.

She had a general hazy look to him, save for her white hair and the red silky robes she wore. She seemed to be dressed for a wedding, or similar. However, without proper sight of her, he couldn’t truly tell.

The woman seemed to be saying something, he could hear her speak but the words just wouldn’t register in his mind. Maybe it was a foreign tongue, or a high level talisman in place, he could never be sure.

He felt little droplets of water, tears? dropping onto his face before the woman hugged him and placed him softly into a crib, turning towards a door and closing it tightly.

Then, his sight faded again into black.

The darkness lasted a moment before again he awoke to what seemed like a different setting, this one more like the inside of a temple. Words that weren’t understandable continued to fill the area, with him “looking” curiously through an astral projection of sorts.

There were about twenty cloaked figures huddled around his crib, probably discussing what to do with him.

After an unidentifiable period of time, fifteen or so odd figures left, with five staying behind. sCqfXM

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Finally, the awkward fog finally cleared after they were gone to reveal the six top righteous sect’s masters. He had that brain inkling telling him who they were.

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“Objection! We must raise him to be a powerful cultivator! And I doubt not we are all certain of who the most appropriate for such a task is!” He recognised this man as his own sect master, standing self-righteously, tall and proud, nothing like the withered geezer he remembered.

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Further discussions were had, which he only paid half a shred of attention to, before finally the six determined that he would be his own sect master’s responsibility.

He wondered if the crying lady had been his mother, and if by shutting the door behind her she’d sent him here, or maybe she was just shattering their bond as mother and son. cl3G9x

He would never really know, he realised, and maybe he wouldn’t care. He’d lived eighteen years in his past life with a mother who was only half emotionally present, he really didn’t feel all that devastated to not clear up his mummy issues.

Then, his sight faded again into black.

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The third time he awoke, it was to be chained in a room. His short limbs thrashed about as he tried to flee from the bindings.

“Let me go!” He heard himself yell, “when my sect master finds me he’s going to kill you all!” 41n fS

His loud screams fell onto no ears, simply echoing in the cell with minimal lighting. The sole spot of brightness came from a weak luminescent orb placed outside his cell.

He couldn’t have been any older than six at the time. His little self had quickly grown tired of crying and simply sat down to attempt to cultivate.

His captors had made the grave mistake of not putting any qi restrictors on him because in the timespan of three days, he’d finally circulated enough to release a huge elemental burst.

This burst had completely taken them by surprise, seeing as they’d made the grave mistake of underestimating the six year old. 9ZE3Ss

However, such a massive release of energy couldn’t be contained in the small form of the young one and he was overcome with fatigue, directly losing consciousness.

Meng Yixuan didn’t leave yet and continued to watch through another astral projection as his unconscious form arose, now with dark markings littered across his skin, and completely shattered the chains with a single tug.

The memory–he realised that was what this was–darkened and cleared in flashes. He could tell that the little him was beating his captors up, to the point of near death but not quite there, after having broken the cell’s wall.

Then, he made it out of the place only to come face-to-face with his peak master, who ran towards him with a look of worry. 0tPIvf

“Xiao Meng, we’ve finally found you!” The anxiety was prominent in his voice.

His little form turned his head side to side quickly, “where’s Sect Master?”

He was looking for the man who was meant to be his guardian, clearly very anxious to find him.

“I,” He faltered, “I’m sorry, he was really busy with the tri-sect biannual gathering and couldn’t make it. He sent a huge party of us, however, so he’s just as anxious to find you!” tV7nub

“Oh.” The six year old expectant eyes dulled as he sighed, what had he even been expecting of the elder, he would never know.

Meng Yixuan almost let out a bitter laugh, there wouldn’t be a more appropriate story then to give him daddy issues in a fantasy as well. Truly nothing could be more fitting than this.

“Xiao Meng, don’t be sad! Lao Yao will take care of you!” The peak master thumped his chest in proclamation, an obvious attempt to cheer the young boy up.

Little him seemed to shake off the disappointment very quickly, reaching his little hand out to clasp Yao Qinghuan’s much larger one, his tiny fingers only able to wrap around two of the other’s. uDtM1I

Again, his vision darkened a final time, brightening to reveal a preteen Meng Yixuan, maybe thirteen years of age, battling a massive warthog beast, with long tendrils instead of tusks.

The scene itself was in the ending moments, with Meng Yixuan performing the banishment process of the beast, to return it to the beast realm.

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However, just as he was about to complete the ritual by opening his eyes, a foreign spiritual pressure appeared and he couldn’t even force them open.

The beast took his lapse in completion to arise, this time directly stabbing thinned tendrils into his abdomen, reaching directly into his Spiritual Palace and shattering the walls. 2QDF0d

Qi began to pour out of the final layer golden core cultivator, who was but a single step from the nascent soul stage.

The qi, having been forced out, created a semi explosion that directly exterminated the beast, and pushed waves of others back before they could breach the barrier between the two realms.

That direct descension back to pre qi condensing was too much for his body to handle, so it started to go haywire, his organs starting to fail.

Fortunately, Yao Qinghuan and Gao Long were able to get to him on time to save him. 2HCfTL

His body’s reaction to that incident was to completely wipe from his memories everything that had ever occurred before that.

Meng Yixuan remembered that in his previous life he’d once encountered something similar, dissociative amnesia, it was called. When one’s body temporarily erases anything linked to trauma in order to help one cope.

He wondered if something had triggered such a protective mechanism in his body, as a way to keep itself safe.

The thought wasn’t too far fetched, and was highly plausible given the situation at hand. But, he pondered, what had triggered his memory now? And why only snippets of it? Would the rest eventually come to him or was he to try and remember it alone? MlSTqg

The thought of not knowing had never scared him at all, but right here, right now, he felt tormented by memories that weren’t even his.

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