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

At this moment, Li Chu's steps were as light as the breeze.

The immortals of all races follow the etiquette of the human race to express their goodwill.

They still remember vividly the time when Li Chuyi sacrificed himself to complete the heaven and earth and sent the Immortal World into the 'real'.

He deserves this gift.

However, there are still some doubts and anxieties in my heart.

The question is, they actually can't understand this guy's cultivation level. They can probably tell that he has become the Shackle Immortal, but as for the rest, they are just unclear.

What makes him uneasy is that during the thousands of years that Li Chuyi has been alive, the world of immortality has never been peaceful. One crisis after another has arisen.

Now that it appears again, it's quite frightening.

"Brother Li, how did you survive?" an immortal couldn't help but ask.

"Ahem, back then those faceless immortals talked about performing some kind of 'Great Merit', you remember that, right? Finally, by chance, I performed this merit, and the Great Merit saved my life."

Li Chuyi explained with a smile that it was half true and half false, enough to fool people so that they would not make wild guesses.

"So that's how it is." The immortals showed a look of sudden realization, and even though they still had questions in their hearts, they did not speak them out.

"Desperate situations only make the strong stronger and the weak weaker."

"The ancients never deceived me."

A figure a meter tall stood out, his skin was as black as coal, but his face was three-dimensional like a sculpture, and the big round hole on the upper abdomen was even more eye-catching.

"Li Chuyi, you are a strong man."

Hearing this and seeing the person coming, Li Chuyi's eyes twitched.

Then he smiled and said, "Brother Qiangruo, you are still the same. I miss you so much."

Rong Yan's expression froze, and he said in a cold voice: "A summer insect cannot talk about ice, and a well frog cannot talk about the sea. Li Chuyi, you are still so unforgivable."

As they talked, they both burst out laughing.

"Rong Yan, you haven't become the Immortal of Time yet."

"My talent is just OK among the Rongling Clan, but as for the Immortal of Time, it is not that easy to cultivate."

Rong Yan shook his head, "It's not a golden scale."

"But, in another 20,000 to 30,000 years, it should be possible."

Near the altar, the Perfect Human Race prepared many seats to welcome guests. The two found an empty seat and sat down, chatting casually like old friends.

But at this time, two more men approached, one of them was followed by a black dog.

"Friend Li, I have long heard of your great name. Now that I have seen you, I can see that you are truly worthy of my reputation." One person bowed in greeting.

Li Chuyi looked up and saw that the man was a pretty girl with a tall stature but a thin body. There was not much masculinity between his eyebrows.

To put it bluntly, the word "pretty boy" is very appropriate.

"What is your name, fellow Taoist?" Li Chuyi said seriously. The two people in front of him were definitely not simple people.

"My wife has passed away," the man said with a smile.

Li Chuyi: "..."

"Fellow Daoist, is this your name? Is it because your Taoist partner has passed away and you're using this name to remember him?"

The deceased wife shook her head, "No."

Li Chuyi seemed to be thinking about something and did not ask any more questions. He just looked at the other man.

He was dressed in a grey robe and did not look good. The black dog behind him also hung its head and looked listless.

"My fellow Taoist, what is your name?"

"A single character name, Wang," the man nodded in reply.

"Friend Daoist of the deceased wife, Daoist of Wang, please take a seat."

Li Chuyi felt that this sudden appearance of the duo seemed quite interesting.

Especially this man named Wang, he gives people a feeling that is somewhat similar to the background armor in the past.

However, there are some differences.

But one thing is certain, this prosperity is definitely a destiny that matches that of an immortal.

At this time, the deceased wife suddenly asked: "Friend Li Daoist, you are famous in the heavens and have a wide range of knowledge. Can I ask you a favor?"

"Fellow Taoist, please speak."

"Cough, cough." The deceased wife looked around and lowered her voice.

"I want to ask if you know any pretty widows or something like that. It would be best if they had a big boy, a widow's belt, understand?"

Li Chuyi: "..."

What the hell, is this person seriously ill? He came all the way here just to ask him about the pretty widow? And she wants him to have a child. What the hell is this?

On the side, Rong Yan helped to reply: "This fellow Taoist has asked the wrong person. From what I know, Li Chuyi can barely recognize many women."

When the deceased wife heard this, she was somewhat incredulous.

He looked him up and down and asked, "Daoyou Li, is that true?"

"For a normal cultivator who has lived for thousands of years, he would have known at least a thousand or eight hundred female cultivators."

"Besides, you were blessed with the good fortune of the Heavenly Dao. Wherever you go... Fellow Daoist Li, what on earth are you doing?"

When Li Chuyi saw this, his face suddenly turned dark.

"My deceased wife, please speak kindly."

The next moment, a perfect middle-aged human approached this side, with a strong build and extraordinary heroic spirit.

As for his cultivation, he is close to the level of the Immortal of Time, and the tribulation of becoming an Immortal is not far away.

"Dad!" He uttered in an inaudible voice as he shouted to his deceased wife.

Li Chuyi was very close and heard it clearly. He was dumbfounded and stunned.

He saw clearly that his deceased wife was a real human being, and a pretty boy at that.

But a perfect and heroic middle-aged human actually called him dad?

This……

At this moment, the deceased wife looked around again, and when she saw that no one was paying attention, she put on a serious look and spoke.

"I've already told you, among the perfect human race, don't call them that."

"If your people see you, your reputation will be ruined..."

After a while, the perfect middle-aged human left to prepare for the tribal sacrifice.

Li Chuyi lowered his head and asked, "My dear Taoist friend, did you marry a perfect human woman?"

"Yes, but she is a widow." The deceased wife nodded.

"The middle-aged woman just now is the one who gave birth to a child with her ex-husband."

Li Chuyi was confused, "So what's going on now?"

The deceased wife sighed: "But it's a pity that the perfect human woman died only a hundred years after marrying me."

Then, he said confidently: "As my middle-aged stepfather, shouldn't he support and respect me?"

The deceased wife shook her head and looked at Rong Yan.

"This fellow Taoist from the Rongling Clan, do you know any widows among the myriad clans? I'm not picky."

On the side, Li Chuyi watched this scene silently.

This deceased wife is a little weird, everything about her is strange.

It is unreasonable for a perfect human to call another race dad.

There is also Wang standing aside. If nothing unexpected happens, these two people are also the immortal cultivators who have been hiding.

Time just passes slowly.

On the thousand-foot altar, more and more perfect humans appeared, and Tu Mu was among them.

There are at least thousands of people like him, with naked upper bodies and covered in blood. They should all be butchers.

And as a horn sounded, desolate and ancient, as if it came from ancient times, it carried the bloody charm of dusk.

The clan sacrifice has begun.