The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

The setting sun casts a red glow over the distant mountains, and the cries of countless returning birds echo among the winding mountains.

Li Chuyi and others walked in the mountains towards the dusk.

Suddenly, he turned around and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The immortal gate from before still stood there, and the immortal palaces and towers were shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, like glazed tiles.

Li Chuyi looked at it for a long time.

Until night falls, the stars hang in the sky.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and murmured, "Looking back suddenly, I suddenly realized that everything had already been traced."

Whether it was Sister Turtle from the post-immortal life era, Morning Glory, or the bottle of blood essence obtained from Wen Man, or even the extremely demonic Fu Mo Zong...

In fact, it seems now that many things were foreshadowed.

"Lord Zhongjia, Dujia Xinjia hasn't come back yet!" the little guy Cuojia reminded.

Li Chuyi hummed.

"I think he will be back soon. His weapon and armor immortal life cultivation has also greatly improved. It's hard to do anything about it."

Several people continued walking on the mountain path. Just after turning a corner, they saw a young man standing under the moon in the distance, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Li Chuyi saw it and just said softly: "Wait a minute, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, his figure instantly approached.

"Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, what's the matter?" Li Chuyi greeted with a smile.

The man watching the fire on the opposite side waved his hand, and a low bluestone table with two small stools and drinks on them appeared in front of him.

"Sit down and talk," he said casually.

For a while, the two of them just drank under the moon, toasting each other, like ordinary good friends reuniting.

"Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, aren't you immortals from ancient times and modern times sketching out a brand new primordial spirit? How come you have time to look for me?"

Li Chuyi put down the cup and continued to ask: "By the way, how are you guys progressing?"

Guanhuo smiled and said, "The progress is good. It will probably be done soon."

"I just don't know if it will work."

After saying that, he stared at Li Chuyi again.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongjia, when we first met."

"You have clearly stated that you are a human being, but something went wrong with you, so you created this body."

"Your physical body and soul are worth talking about..."

Upon hearing this, Li Chuyi said, "Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, do you still remember when I took out the name 'Burial Immortal'?"

Guanhuo nodded, "Remember."

"And you asked me that year."

"It is said that a person heard a name in the afterlife, and then went back to the past and took out the name himself."

"Is this thing possible?"

As Guanhuo spoke, his expression became serious.

"My answer is, under the premise that a person can really go back to the past."

“This sounds feasible.”

"But when I think about it carefully, I feel that there are always some logical errors."

"That's the name. It seems unclear where it came from."

Li Chuyi didn't say anything else, but just tapped the wine glass in front of him with his fingertips a few times, shattering the bright moon reflected in the wine.

He thought to himself that if he could find the method to forge the perfect human body and soul, this race would appear in the world.

So this matter is essentially no different from naming it "Funeral Immortal".

It seems to be a logical closed loop, but in fact it does not stand up to scrutiny.

That is the perfect human body and soul, and its true source cannot be revealed.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongjia, do you think we can survive this calamity in the Immortal World?" Guanhuo asked casually.

At this time, two rays of light fell from the distance and transformed into the figures of Trumpet Flower Du Jia and Xin Jia, standing between Cuo Jia and the others.

There was anger on Gambler's face, as if he was quite resentful.

He cursed, "There's nothing we can do. That bastard Qijia, I don't know what immortal life technique he used, he's walking faster than a rabbit."

Li Chuyi glanced in that direction, turned back, and slowly stood up.

He murmured softly, "Don't worry, this disaster will pass, but the process will probably be very difficult, very difficult."

After that, he turned around and left.

Follow Du Jia and the others and leave the mountains.

In the distance, Guanhuo was sitting alone for a long time.

It was not until the moon was at its zenith and a few gusts of night wind blew, gently ruffling the ends of his hair, that he suddenly woke up.

His gaze fell on the cup that Li Chuyi had used before, and he saw a line of barely perceptible words emerging in the wine.

"Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, remember, no matter what I do in the future, don't let anything surprise you."

He looked at the fire and the cup in front of him instantly disappeared.

Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely deep.

"Friend Zhongjia, you said this last time."

"I know that the truth that caused the Thirteen-Character Immortal's fall may have already arrived in the Immortal Fate World."

"Even the Thirteen-Character Immortals are powerless to save the situation, let alone us."

"In that case, what's the harm in giving you everything to gamble with you?"

In a flash, another ten years have passed.

Almost half of the entire source area has been covered by the "negative influence of Zixian".

And these negative aspects have even extended to the original starry sky.

If left unchecked, one day, it will be like a drop of black ink, dyeing the entire pool black.

In a small town where monks gather.

Here, there is a clear breeze and blue sky, and the years seem to be peaceful. Many monks come and go, and everything seems to be normal.

The source area is too vast. Even if they practice Taoism, unless they reach a certain realm, they will still be wandering in a small corner for the rest of their lives, so they don’t know what is happening.

In a small courtyard with three entrances.

In the inner courtyard, Morning Glory Du Jia was sitting at a stone table, holding a thick book in his hands and muttering to himself.

"Pah, what kind of shit is that?"

"Which little princess from a fairy country would fall in love with a poor and insecure little monk at first sight?"

"Why should he?"

"The point is, this little cultivator ended up with a lot of Taoist partners, and he fell in love with every one he saw. It's simply unbearable."

On the side, Li Chuyi drank tea with a smile, "It's just a story, why take it seriously."

Du Jia asked: "Master Zhong Jia, you are also cultivating the immortal destiny of the word heart."

“The characters on the story paper should be two-dimensional.”

"Can you change the ending of the story?"

At this time, the short guy Cuojia also came over, holding the book in his hand.

"Master Zhongjia, this saying is quite popular in this world of immortal cultivation recently."

"Especially some young monks who have just started their careers love to watch it."

Li Chuyi blew the hot tea in his hand gently, then took over the conversation and said: "It's quite normal. After all, it satisfies their biggest fantasy about their future spiritual journey."

Gambler A rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever, change it for me."

"This story is too annoying. I can't stand it."

Cuo Jia chuckled and said, "It's just a storybook. How did I offend you? Why are you going through so much trouble?"