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

On the ancient star, there stands an ordinary courtyard.

With a creaky sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

A figure in a black Taoist robe walked out.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongjia, what's inside?" The ancient and modern immortal of the Hua Ri clan asked directly when he saw someone coming out.

"Inside is a thought space, which is a trace of thought left by the Thirteen-Character Immortal before he left the Immortal Fate World."

"In that case, what didn't they say?"

Li Chuyi nodded gently and said: "It explains why the creatures of all races cannot leave the Immortal Fate World."

Then, in just a few words, he sorted out the matter.

For a moment, all the immortals of all races were thoughtful.

But the look they gave Li Chuyi was somewhat doubtful.

They vaguely felt that after this person went in once, he seemed a little different when he came out.

But I can’t tell what the difference is.

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open again.

Watch the fire and slowly step out of it.

He said, "My fellow Taoists, what is inside is just the thoughts of the Thirteen-Character Immortal. There is nothing worth talking about."

"Let's disperse. It's more important to deduce a new body and soul."

The edge of the Immortal World.

At this moment, Li Chuyi was here alone.

"Still unable to leave?" he said in surprise.

What lay before him was endless chaos.

Behind him is the brilliant ancient starry sky.

"I see. For the thirteen immortal lives themselves, the so-called 'real' and 'false' may not make any difference."

"So, even if my true spirit now only has the 'real' characteristic, I still cannot break through the barrier set up by the thirteen immortals."

Li Chuyi sighed and continued to mutter: "For the thirteen-character immortals who carry the immortal life, they can also step into 'real' and 'false' at will."

Then he fell into deep thought again.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out what the boundary between the so-called "real" and "false" was, and what underlying logic supported these two concepts.

At this time, a figure landed aside.

The blue robe that was washed so much that it looked bleached looked extremely simple, just like the ancient and modern immortals.

"Friend Zhongjia, what are you thinking about?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I've been thinking a lot, and my thoughts are quite complicated."

Li Chuyi turned around and looked, "Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, you stayed in the City of Thinking for a while longer. Were you catching up with them?"

Guanhuo shook his head. "No, they said that it is only a wisp of thought now, and its main body is dead, but it still has the ability to open a gap in the barrier in front of it."

"And, it can send our human race out."

Li Chuyi was surprised, "Tsk tsk, they are pretty nice people."

Guanhuo sighed and said, "In fact, a long time ago, the Thirteen Immortals first appeared in the Fate Realm, and our human race did have a big advantage."

"But the price to pay for this is also very high."

"Like the fake Jia, Qian Jia, borrowed Jia, killed Jia and others before, the storms caused by the immortal life and the various sins caused are too many."

Looking at the wind and snow intertwined in his fiery eyes, he seemed to recall those unbearable years.

He continued, "The situation did not improve until the thirteen immortals had their masters. As time went by, that bloody past was slowly forgotten."

Li Chu nodded, seeming to be thinking about something.

He also asked with a smile: "By the way, is the human race going to leave the Immortal World now?"

Watch the fire in silence.

He just stared at the endless chaos with a leisurely look in his eyes.

After a long time, he casually said: "I refused."

Li Chuyi was a little stunned, "Didn't you think about it?"

Guanhuo smiled and asked: "Why did you leave the City of Thought so easily?"

Li Chuyi spread his hands and said, "There is nothing good to say about them."

"Is that the real reason?"

"you guess."

The two smiled at each other and kept silent.

After a moment, Li Chuyi slowly shook his head.

"After I discovered it, I gradually began to forget the face of the Thirteen-Character Immortal."

"It's quite normal. After all, he is a word fairy."

"Fellow Daoist Guanhuo, do you regret not taking the human race away from the Immortal Fate World?"

"No regrets."

Guanhuo lowered his head and thought about it again.

Then he continued: "What if I leave this cage of the Immortal World? Who knows, I may enter the next cage."

"So why bother? Why not stay here?"

Then he looked at Li Chuyi again.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongjia, are you some kind of backup plan arranged by the Thirteen-Character Immortal?"

"Yes." Li Chu nodded.

“For them, it may be just a few fleeting moments and a few casual words, but for others, it is a life full of ups and downs and difficulties.”

Li Chuyi's eyes were somewhat dim, "It is also a mountain that will never be crossed."

Upon hearing this, Guanhuo pondered for a long time.

Then he said: "Perhaps the more lightly it is described, the more sad and dramatic it appears."

"But, fellow Zhongjia."

"Life is full of drama, so it's never the end until the last moment, isn't it?"

When Li Chuyi heard this, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

He bowed and smiled, "That makes sense. I'll learn from you."

When I looked up again, I found that Guanhuo had left quietly.

In the blink of an eye, another three hundred years passed.

The spread of those 'negative effects of word immortals' became faster and faster.

Half of the entire original starry sky, and even many large worlds along the way, have been submerged in black.

However, almost all the living creatures were taken away.

Original starry sky.

A leisurely bamboo forest hangs under the stars in the sky, bathed in the light of thousands of stars.

It is still the temple of Mahakala, as if wherever he is, there is this temple.

The immortals of all races are still surrounding the small bamboo building.

All around, hundreds of ten-thousand-foot-tall "Death Bodhisattvas" stood there like mountains of fat and greasy flesh.

Morning Glory Gambler looked up and couldn't help but tremble.

"No, this thing is the real underworld. Can't Mahakala be made more normal? Why does he have to make it look like me?"

Li Chuyi ignored it, because he, like all the immortals of all races, was staring at the belly of a deadly Bodhisattva.

There, another new embryo was being conceived rapidly as time accelerated.

The golden cycle of reincarnation appeared around them, and they also clearly saw that a spot of light representing the 'one-dimensional true spirit' had just entered the embryo.

When it is upgraded and solidified into a 'three-dimensional true spirit', it can become a living being, the source of its personality, thinking, desires, and morals.

At the same time, we can also initially tell whether it is a dead fetus or a live fetus.

As time slowly passed, the embryo finally exploded.

For a moment, a feeling of irritation grew in the hearts of all the immortals present. Over the past few hundred years, they had tried their best dozens of times.

But every time, it’s just a little bit short.

At this time, the little guy stood behind Li Chuyi and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhongjia, have you thought of a way to refine the body and the soul?"

After a long time, an echo came.

"It's OK, almost there."