I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

In the dark and damp secret room, there was a bit of fire jumping around, reflecting two twisted and uncertain shadows.

Lin Chen and Zhang Hao were holding fireballs in their hands, their faces uncertain, and their expressions inexplicable, but they were carefully observing the condition of the wall in front of them.

In the silent secret room, the dark red bloodstains and wanton scrawls on the wall, in the changes of light and shadow, were like worms swaying in the corners of invisible shadows, something indescribably weird and penetrating.

However, both of them were not ordinary people, so this did not scare them, but they looked down with a calm expression.

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"Haha, that stinky bitch, you broke off the engagement and humiliated me in the past, what happened in the end? After seeing my double spiritual roots, didn't she and the family behind her immediately kneel down and lick me? Sure enough, a bitch is a bitch, it's my fault. I used to think of him as a fairy!"

"I still want to marry a second-generation immortal, and I also want to find a golden elixir Taoist companion, but I still have a cold temperament. When I saw my talent, I immediately knelt down and licked him. Sure enough, a bitch is a bitch!"

"And those other family disciples who looked down on me before. After hearing the news, they immediately rushed towards me like dogs. Hehe, we can't just let them get away with it. They have to be tortured..."

Nearly one-half of the remaining writing tells the story of what happened to the original owner after he returned from that strange island and possessed twin spiritual roots.

First, the fiancée who broke off the engagement in the past was severely slapped in the face, and then the entire family fell on her knees and licked her. Then the people who looked down on her in the past also became envious and attentive, and then she directly joined a Nascent Soul Sect with a bright future.

This is simply a naked protagonist template of a cool novel.

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"There's something wrong here." Lin Chen scanned the writings at a glance, frowning slightly, "Since he knew before that he had no spiritual roots, it means he must have been tested."

"And the test results should at least be widely publicized, otherwise his fiancée would not break off the engagement and others would not humiliate him."

"But when he had dual spiritual roots, other people instead of exploring the future secrets and trying to figure out why he suddenly had spiritual roots, they knelt down and licked him. This... Is it possible that the people in the East China Sea cultivation world are so good? good?"

"Perhaps it was mistaken for a hidden spirit body, and ordinary detection methods did not show it?" Zhang Hao said instead, "Besides, maybe he has also experienced bottom-up and investigation, but he just did not write it down."

After Lin Chen heard this, he turned his face slightly, looked at Zhang Hao deeply, and said silently: "Junior brother Zhang, you are obsessed."

"There is no way, Senior Brother Lin, I have the Five Spiritual Roots." Zhang Hao said in an inexplicable tone, "And Senior Brother, don't you also have ordinary qualifications, how can Senior Brother not know about the obstacles to your cultivation?"

At this moment, Zhang Hao looked at Lin Chen, his face flickering under the light of the flames:

"Besides, senior brother, are you really not interested in this at all? Changing the spiritual root talent means that I know everything about it, and who can even tell whether this is an opportunity to become an immortal? ?”

"Opportunities are earned by oneself, not dropped from the sky. Besides, I don't believe that a broken island can have the opportunity to become an immortal." Lin Chen couldn't deny it, and then turned back to the wall, "Let's take a look first. Let’s talk about it later.”

"……Can."

…

The next paragraph still tells the story of his pretense and slap in the face, until a certain paragraph:

"Strange, why in the recent period, every time I wake up in the cave, I always feel exhausted, and there are varying degrees of marks on my body. I clearly remember not going out..."

"Why do people keep joking recently, saying that they met me at a certain time and place, but I was clearly in seclusion during those days..."

"Not only that, why do I always feel that my memory is becoming more and more blurry? It stands to reason that even if a cultivator's memory of the past is not necessarily traceable, it will not forget the appearance of the person he just met a few days ago... …”

"No, no, there may be something wrong with me..."

The description in this paragraph suddenly became weird. There seemed to be some kind of problem with the original owner's memory, and the past events in his memory began to become blurry.

But the writing on the wall was the same as before, without much change, as if it was written unconsciously.

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"I have used many methods to detect it. I have not been cursed, nor have I been attacked by witches and nightmares. But why, why is my memory constantly being lost..."

"Based on the current situation, the only possible cause of my strange situation is the Resurrection Island. But the strange thing is, why, why don't I have any memory of that... Something's wrong, There must be something wrong..."

"I used the sect's intelligence and inquired about the news about Resurrection Island... No, it's impossible! Why is there no record related to it in the sect? Then how did I know this news in the first place?!!!"

"No, it's impossible. I remember how I got this news from... from... where did I get this news?"

"No, no, no..."

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"Memory disappears? What kind of curse is this?" Zhang Hao frowned when he saw this.

"It's not just as simple as the memory disappearing." Lin Chen looked at this paragraph with an incomprehensible expression, "In a place that even cultivators have never heard of, a mortal learned the news and found it. He also obtained the spiritual root and returned to the place. What an unexpected blessing.”

"...Perhaps this is the reason why this method has not spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation? Only people with a predestined relationship can enter." Zhang Hao was silent for a moment and said.

"People with a predestined relationship? Indeed, it is quite predestined. As soon as you arrive in the East China Sea, you can see the news related to changing talents." Lin Chen chuckled, his expression was a little inexplicable, and he did not continue to talk about it. Instead, his eyes moved and looked at the last line of handwriting, "Hmm... The last paragraph of words, the guy who wrote this handwriting seems to have found news related to this island, which seems to be related to... Hmm? Dead River Cult?!" Seeing this, Lin Chen's face condensed.

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“I have walked through all the places where I lived as a mortal, but I have not found anything. However, my memory has become increasingly blurred, and I can no longer remember the scene when I returned and entered the sect…”

“No, no, no! I don’t want to forget, I don’t want to forget, I want to remember, remember, write it down, write everything down…”

“Memory, memory, my memory… write it down, no matter where it is, write it down…”

“…Strange, why do I always feel that these words are so strange, is it really written by me? Wait, I always feel like I have forgotten something, what have I forgotten?”

“I remember that I seem to have to find an island… what island?”

“I recently heard that there is a black market nearby, where you can get all the information you want, maybe I can go there and ask…”

Next paragraph

"I found it, I found it..."

"That island, the island I'm looking for, is called the Rebirth Island!"

"That Rebirth Island is related to the [Dead River Sect] in the East Sea Immortal Alliance! I'm going to write this news down, the Dead River Sect, the Dead River Sect, the Dead River Sect..."

At the end of the wall, the last remaining place was filled with three words:

Dead River Sect!

...

Lin Chen and Zhang Hao looked at each other when they saw this, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

They originally thought that the words on this wall were just the last words of a cultivator before his death, and the reason they read it patiently was just to collect some information.

But now it seems that they unexpectedly learned the news that they can change their talents, and...it is related to one of the nine major forces of the Immortal Alliance-the Dead River Sect?

And coincidentally, the fallen God of Transformation behind the Xuanyin Sect, one of the two major sects in the Lingnan land they walked out of, seems to be a member of the Dead River Sect.

"Is it such a coincidence?" Lin Chen stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

According to his current intelligence, the Dead River Sect is one of the top nine forces in the Immortal Alliance between heaven and earth, and is a truly terrifying existence that has been passed down for millions of years.

But for this sect of the Dead River Sect of the Immortal Alliance, even in the inheritance memory of the God of Transformation, there are very few records about it.

The only thing we can know is that they have the treasure [Dead River] passed down by the ancient cultivators, which is suspected to have the terrifying ability to revive from the dead, and are responsible for managing the [True Name] in the Futian Qiankun formation, which can be said to be very mysterious.

And now, the other party seems to be related to changing the spiritual root talent...

"Dead River Sect?!" Zhang Hao frowned.

Involving the God of Transformation sect that has been passed down for millions of years, the secrets behind this are probably not as simple as imagined.

"It's not that simple to want to change the talent. I can understand that it involves the power of the God of Transformation, but why did the original owner appear here and leave the handwriting on this wall?" Zhang Hao was a little puzzled.

"I'm not very clear about the details. After all, the long years in the past can cover up all traces, but I am vaguely sure of one thing now..." Lin Chen reached out and touched the words on the wall, his expression inexplicable, "The words on this wall are not a diary, nor are they a will."