I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

"So..."

"What is going on?"

"Where is this place?"

Lu Changsheng looked at Zhou Yi in front of him and asked in confusion.

"This is the long river of destiny." Zhou Yi pointed at the stream of light beams in front of him and said slowly, "Every life that condenses divinity or fragments of divinity in the world is rejected by the world."

"Their lives will converge here, this is the so-called [promotion]."

"Everyone sees the long river of destiny differently."

"As long as you observe carefully, you can find that each tributary in it is the destiny of a unique person, and each beam here has intersected with your destiny."

"Maybe I looked at you more when I passed by, or maybe I sat next to you when I was eating in a restaurant."

"Maybe I just heard of you and discussed you behind your back."

"Of course, the more familiar you are with someone, the more you can see."

"If you want to completely change your life form and cross into a higher dimension, you must choose your own path among the countless branches of the long river of destiny."

"When you really step into the long river of destiny, [promotion] will be completed."

Is this the so-called promotion?

Before he died, Tu Luo once said that he also saw the long river of destiny.

He also said that we are all a group of poor people abandoned by fate.

What did he see here?

What choice did he make?

And why am I here?

I haven't figured out how to condense divinity.

If they can't go back to the real world, what will happen to Jiaer, Goushengzi, and Ergouzi?

The monster tide is coming soon, can they survive? ?

Lu Changsheng's mind was racing, but before he could ask, Zhou Yi took the initiative to answer, "Don't worry, you haven't [promoted] yet, you can still act normally in the real world, this is my long river of destiny."

"Once it is repaired, you can return smoothly."

The long river of destiny that belongs to the first generation of the chief of the Demon Slayer Division...

No wonder there are so many tributaries, as long as someone still remembers you, there will be intersections, and eventually they will all converge here.

Lu Changsheng looked closely and found that many of the tributaries actually had pictures of the existence of the monster clan.

"In terms of your popularity, this scale is not exaggerated..." Lu Changsheng thought with some emotion as he looked at the sky of branches.

"What do you mean by repairing the river of destiny?"

"Is it related to the dream I experienced before?"

Lu Changsheng naturally thought of the relationship between the two.

"To be precise, it was not a dream, but a small tributary of my river of destiny." Zhou Yi explained patiently.

"Everything that happened there is my past experience. It is real history that has existed and happened."

"Of course, you can also understand it as memory."

"Some problems occurred in my long river of destiny, and I was forced to cut off a small part of it, which is the experience you saw in the dream."

"The [Temple] noticed this situation and has always wanted to use this dream to kill me. That is the source of all my long rivers of destiny. If Huang Xuan in the dream dies, then I will die too."

"But they dare not enter directly, fearing that I will kill them in the dream. After all, this is my long river of destiny. In terms of control, no one is stronger than me."

"So I kept showing weakness, and even separated most of my own godhood, retaining only a small part of the godhood to monitor this dream."

"That is what you see now."

Lu Changsheng's heart was first quietly happy. Zhou Yi was not dead yet!

Then he was shocked. Can you reach the level of [Demi-God] with only a part of the godhood?

If it was in the heyday, what level of strength should you have reached now?

Zhou Yi seemed to have guessed what Lu Changsheng was thinking. He blinked his eyes to show off, and continued to say while playing with the fragment of the divine body in his hand, "The [Temple] couldn't help it in the end, and sent an invader to test my situation."

"I can't deal with the assassin myself. Once I get involved, the [Temple] will know that I still have some strength left, and all the plans for so many years will be in vain."

"I can only solve it with the help of external forces, and this external force cannot be too weak. If it is too weak, it will not be a match for the invader at all."

"This external force cannot be too strong, otherwise it will be impossible to deal with it. Force the people from the [Temple] to personally go down and enter the dream. "

"I need a helper who can be invincible under the rules of the dream, and that person cannot really have the strength of the [Demi-God] level. "

"So... I thought of you. "

"I sent this tributary of the long river of fate to the present world, and gave psychological hints to everyone who entered the dream. "

"Let them make things bigger and let the world know that the legacy of the first generation chief appeared in Donglin City. "

"I believe you will come to me. "

Why do you make the conscription so ceremonial?

Lu Changsheng silently complained in his heart, and rolled his eyes at Zhou Yi unhappily, "I will take it as a compliment." "So, when I first entered the dream, the assassin who suddenly ran out, and the ninth-level monster who just appeared, were all tricks of the [Temple]? "

"According to normal history, there shouldn't be so many demons, let alone a ninth-level demon."

"It was the [Temple] that interfered with the development of that dream."

"The person who controlled the ninth-level demon behind the scenes, and the target you always wanted to kill, was the hooded guy who suddenly appeared at the end?"

"Who is he? Why is he so familiar with me?"

The pebbles and stones beside the stream gradually lit up with a faint glow, and the drops floated up and merged into the long river of fate.

Xiao Yi sat quietly beside the two big brothers, holding his chin with his two little hands and looking at the two, shaking his head gently.

"I usually call them [messengers] of the temple." Zhou Yi seemed to see the fear in Lu Changsheng's heart, and gently threw the fragment of the godhead in his hand, which fell steadily into Lu Changsheng's hands.

"They can't talk, just like a bunch of wooden lumps, with very low IQs."

"I have fought with this group of temple messengers for more than a hundred years and have summed up some rules."

"The appearance of the messengers is exactly the same. Every time they appear, they are clearly hostile. Once they meet, it is a fight to the death. There is no possibility of reconciliation and negotiation."

"The strength of each messenger is different, but the upper limit is the strength of two or three fragments of the godhead."

"As for why he is so familiar with you, this involves the fighting method between [demigods]."

The strength of two or three fragments of the godhead?

Is the strength of [demigods] determined by the fragments of the godhead they hold?

This thought suddenly flashed through Lu Changsheng's mind.