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

And so, another fifty thousand years passed.

All races in the universe are recuperating. After all, because of Li Chuyi, because of the weapons, armor, and theatrical armor, basically all races have been seriously injured.

Compared to the past, the current world of immortality has suddenly become much more desolate.

But they don't know that there is a race with heaven-defying luck and all the best fortune, which will disappear like bubbles after they solve their innate troubles.

At this moment, they are showing their talents in secret and rising as fast as comets.

This day, outside the realm of fate.

One after another, figures began to fall, both men and women, all of them seemed to be works of art that were beyond human control and should not exist in this world.

"This is the world of destiny. It's so much better than our broken continent."

A woman exclaimed, looking at the vast world that occupied the starry sky and was surrounded by countless stars, with something called possessiveness in her eyes.

Beside her, a man chuckled.

"Haha, this is the human race's nest."

"Also, once you have tasted human flesh, you can't stop. It's hard to extricate yourself."

Another person heard this and followed up, saying, "We are the same as humans on the outside, but we are different on the inside. To me, they are no different from pigs and sheep."

Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Also, the human race is a good cure for our illnesses and a life-saving medicine."

"The disease is not cured, and the medicine continues."

The war between this new race and humans happened suddenly, and they called themselves the perfect human race.

This is both a battle for fame and a battle for life.

Fighting for the name of "human race" and fighting for their own lives.

However, at this moment, three ancient and modern immortals of the human race have died one after another, and among the rest of the immortals, only one in ten is left.

In such a situation, it is really hard to cope with.

They could only watch helplessly as one by one their tribesmen were hunted down by the new race and put on the chopping board like cattle and sheep...

Fortunately, all the races in the heavens and on earth have not forgotten their original promise to protect the fire of humanity. They have entered the realm of destiny one after another and walked side by side with them.

However, for other races, even the strongest ones, such as the Golden Scale in Jiwei, it is extremely difficult to produce offspring, and it requires time to accumulate.

But this new race is unreasonable. Every member of the race is extremely talented, and their reproduction rate is only half that of humans.

Just as Cuojia said, the birth of this race was a complete mistake.

In the world of life, fighting is heard all the time.

Now that all spirits are in depression, even if all races come to help, they are powerless.

Every day, countless human beings are put on the chopping board and become food.

The world of life, the fifth place, in the red maple snow area.

There is still no living creature here, like a land of ice and snow isolated from the world, completely forgotten by the world.

In the snow, Li Chuyi looked at the tragic situation of the human race on the light curtain, his eyes filled with silence.

At this time, the middle immortal among the twelve figures stepped forward.

He said in a deep voice: "So many tens of thousands of years have passed, that's enough."

As he waved his hand, the white snow-covered land covering hundreds of thousands of miles turned into pitch black inch by inch from the feet where Li Chuyi was standing.

This horrifying scene made the morning glory tremble silently again, feeling extremely scared.

"Li Chuyi, in this game, everything that happened, all the cause and effect relationships, if we trace back to the source, will end here with you."

"Because we have completely removed ourselves from it."

"So you are the source of the current Immortal World and the human race falling into this situation today."

After Zhong Zixian finished speaking, he saw groups of black air appearing above the dark land, and groups of waving hands with bared fangs and claws, as well as half of broken arms, constantly emerging from it.

They were all bloody, like dry branches, and some even had severely rotten palms, revealing white bones...

At this moment, all these hands rushed towards Li Chuyi, grabbing him, as if trying to pull him down from a certain position.

"Li Chuyi, these hands represent all the lives that have died because of you over the years. They represent their resentment and unwillingness."

Zhong Zi Xian paused for a moment, and continued: "We have led you down a wrong path, and gradually let the Immortal World fall into this state."

"It's nothing more than one thing, which is to make you betray all living beings, and then let all living beings pull you down from your position of 'middle'."

"Like an emperor in the mortal world, he betrayed his subjects and was pulled down from the throne by his subjects."

“And the palms in front of us are just the first wave.”

At this moment, Li Chuyi was trapped in the black cage. He could only watch as the bloody hands were pulling at him, trying to tear him to pieces.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a lot of mumbling, like the roars and howls of evil spirits, questioning him again and again.

"Lord Zhongjia, I am Shajia, do you remember? Why did you just watch Cuojia harm me, leading to my tragic death in the end?"

"Li Chuyi, why do you want me to fill in the negative aspects of the word fairy? Why do you want to be our master? My daughter is only one month old, only one month old..."

"Li Chuyi, do you know that the negative side of the word fairy is so dark and cold? Why do you think you are so high up and occupy the middle position?"

At this time, Zhongjiaxian waved his hand again, and more hands appeared from the dark earth, and they were still as ferocious and terrifying.

"The second wave is the immortals of all races who died because of you."

Then he waved again.

"The third wave, the countless lives lost in the past tens of thousands of years due to the theatrical armor and weapon armor."

"The fourth wave is caused by the perfect human race, who were skinned, boned, and put on the chopping block to be slaughtered."

In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of miles of heaven and earth were filled with countless ferocious hands, which rushed towards the figure in Taoist robes like an endless tide.

"Li Chuyi, I'm just attending a wedding banquet, why are you harming me?"

"Haha, I killed my father, and my son killed me. It turns out it was all your fault. You allowed the armor to be taken away..."

"Woo woo..., the chopping board of the new race has a strong fishy smell. They cut open my stomach, took out my heart and liver, and ate my flesh. It's all your fault. It's all your fault..."

In Li Chuyi's ears, countless voices echoed and screamed, as if they wanted to suck his marrow and bones.

Seeing this scene, Zhongzixian chuckled lightly.

"Back then, you actually realized it, but you had the wrong idea at the beginning, so you wanted to destroy the perfect human race."

"But how is that possible?"

"They were the ones who helped pull you down from the position of 'middle'."

On the side, the gambling fairy seemed a little bored.

"Hurry up, we're going to dissipate too."

"During these ten thousand years, I helped Li Chuyi replace his body with the power of the immortal life of gambling."

"Otherwise, if he dies prematurely, the Chinese character 'fate' will also disappear."

Zhongzixian nodded, "It is indeed troublesome to retrieve his fate, but it will be done soon."

At this time, the woman named Qian Zixian chuckled.

Looking at Li Chuyi who was submerged by the endless palm, he said: "Actually, this is the third time you have died."

"The first time, in order to save those shopkeepers of the Magic Pavilion, I used a strange trick. I died for the friendship in my heart."

"The second time, in order to send the Immortal World into reality, you stabbed the heart with the Heaven-Splitting Knife. Otherwise, all the living beings in the Immortal World would be crushed by the avenue and turned into ashes."

"This time, he died for a righteous cause."

Qian Zixian shook his head. "But these two times, you didn't die in the end. At best, it was just a fake death planned by someone."

"But the third time, it's different."

"You have strayed from the right path and abandoned all living beings."

"Then all living beings will also abandon you."

"Since you are in the 'Chengzhong' of the Xianming World."

"These creatures who died because of you, in addition to pulling you down from the position of 'center', will also tear you to pieces."

She said, and sighed again.

"You, Li Chuyi, your timeline is opposite to the timeline of the fake world."

"The post-immortal era actually ended the moment we entered the 'real world'."

"in other words."

"Your beginning is the end of the post-immortal era."

"Your end happens to be the beginning of the post-immortal era."

"This also means that this time, it's time for you to end it."

At this moment, Li Chuyi's ears were already filled with countless curses, cries, and questioning. He didn't hear clearly what Qian Zixian said.

Even if he heard it, he didn't know what to say.

Even if you curse a few times, it will not hurt the other person at all.

Moreover, he had long known that the rain in the Immortal Life Era was much more bitter and bone-chilling than that in the Post-Immortal Life Era, and he was also much more powerless to do anything about it.

Li Chuyi was just wondering why the Thirteen-Character Immortal had picked him out to join this game?

Is it accidental, or something else?

As time went by, Li Chuyi was finally pulled down from the "middle" position by those bloody hands.

The Chinese character "fate" that represented him was completely taken away.

At this moment, he tried hard to raise his head and look at the sky again.

But in his eyes, there were still only the countless claws and fangs that were reaching out to take his life.

In just a few breaths, his body and soul were completely torn to pieces, scattered on the ground, and turned into a bloody mess.

This time, there was no chance of any turning point. Li Chuyi's true soul left the world and fell into the seventh dimension forever.

It is not much different from the death described by living beings.

In the snow, Zhong Zixian looked at the extremely dazzling "fate" in his hand and said nothing.

The woman Qian Zixian said with a tired look on her face: "This is a simple play, quite boring, not interesting at all."

"As for us, it's time to dissipate."

"But before that, let's smooth everything over."

"Let those who are gone be gone forever, and let those who are still here continue to exist with reasonable reasons."

As she finished her words, a strange smile appeared on her lips, and then her face began to fall off piece by piece, and finally disappeared into thin air.

The same was true for the other figures.

At the same time, Li Chuyi and even all the living beings that died during these more than 100,000 years.

The memory of them began to fade away in the hearts of the living.

Even all the traces they left behind were buried.

As for those that already exist, such as new races, the living beings are surprisingly strange, as if they have always existed.

Even if the great cycle of reincarnation and the great good and evil return in the future, we can only detect the problem, but we cannot tell what the specific situation is.

And this is what Qian Zixian calls soothing.

What is gone is gone forever, and what exists continues to exist reasonably.

In the snow, at some point, it turned white again, and snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, soft and beautiful.

Xinjia was wearing a red jacket, with a blank look in his eyes. He walked in one direction, step by step, like a puppet.

In the distance, morning glories bloomed in the snow wind, and their petals swayed.

Who on earth is that red coat? It wondered.

Sometimes, an era ends not with a bang, but with a whimper.