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

Fate Realm, the fifth place.

In a small courtyard on earth.

It was the dead of winter, snow was falling from the sky, and rivers near and far were covered with a thick layer of ice and snow.

Li Chuyi stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back.

Chaotic light intertwined in his eyes, and he looked at the world from an eight-dimensional perspective.

It can be clearly seen that torrents of true spirits are rushing from the heavens towards the world of life, and finally falling into the land of reincarnation deep in the endless ocean.

"Hey."

"Those true spirit millstones deep in the samsara are probably spinning to the point of smoking."

At this moment, a crazy atmosphere of gambling surged out again and spread towards the heavens and all worlds.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound, and the ice on the surface of the river not far away broke. It turned out to be a big carp. Maybe it felt too stuffy underwater, so it used all its strength to break the ice surface.

But the next moment, a snow eagle swooped down in the snow and wind, its claws as sharp as knives, grabbed the carp and took off.

Li Chuyi watched silently, feeling the charm of gambling again.

"The fiftieth bet."

"It's been less than a year. If this momentum continues, it will be just around the corner for Tongchen to achieve the status of Word Immortal."

Li Chuyi exhaled heavily and felt an inexplicable headache.

Among the perfect human race living with the same world, there are immortals without form, and there are also many immortals who cultivate and support them.

In this situation, people are completely helpless.

Li Chuyi thought for a moment, then took a step forward, using the method of mind-to-person arrival, and appeared in the depths of reincarnation.

"boom……"

"boom……"

The loud noises continued like thunder, deafening.

Li Chuyi looked around and saw the thousand-foot-tall True Spirit Mills, which were turning desperately under the push of countless naked monks.

Moreover, on top of each millstone, there is a Buddha sitting cross-legged, with a glass Buddha heart, purifying all the memories, obsessions, and resentments that have been shed by the true spirit after being crushed by the millstone...

"Lord Buddha." Li Chuyi put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

In front of him, Da Lunhui was standing quietly, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were inexplicably deeper.

"Donor Li, it's a mess outside."

"It should be." Li Chu nodded.

"But the chaos is happening among those immortal cultivators. As an outsider, I don't feel it that deeply."

Li Chuyi was telling the truth. Bai Qing, Fugui and others had not shown up for a long time. As for what they were busy with, it went without saying.

"Master Buddha, Tongchen is about to bear the immortal fate of gambling." He suddenly said.

"what happened?"

Li Chuyi paused for a moment, and the three words from Da Lunhui's mouth had already made his position clear.

But suddenly, his pupils shrank and his chest rose and fell.

In his sight, there was an endless torrent of true spirits, and they were all the creatures in the heavens that had died in recent years.

Under the guidance of the law of reincarnation, they gathered here and entered the great millstone of the true spirit.

"Rong Yan!" Li Chuyi exclaimed in surprise.

The reason why he lost his composure was that he actually saw a familiar face in the torrent of true spirits, a member of the Rongling clan, Rong Yan.

Li Chuyi took a deep breath, and with a wave of his palm, he pulled it to his side.

The two sides had just met in the perfect human race a year ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were both dead.

"Donor Li, please accept my condolences." Da Lunhui performed the Buddhist ceremony.

Li Chuyi ignored it, only a stream of clear and spiritual charm emanated from his body and fell on the figure in front of him.

What he performed was the art of summoning spirits.

It can temporarily awaken the consciousness of the true spirit. This technique was taught to him by Da Lunhui when he first came here.

After a few breaths.

Rong Yan's eyes regained clarity as he looked at Li Chuyi and then at everything around him.

“It turns out that I have entered the cycle of reincarnation.”

"The fate of an immortal doesn't seem like something I should be involved in." He sighed, without much emotion.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi couldn't help but said: "Rong Yan, you are dead completely, your soul has been scattered, and only your spirit is left. Do you know this?"

Rong Yan looked over and said, "Only the strong can face it calmly, while the weak will only choose to escape."

"Now that things have come to this, what else can I do except face it?"

Li Chuyi: "..."

After hearing this, he really didn't know what to say.

But he still said in a deep voice: "When did it happen?"

"A year ago, when the elders of my clan and I left the Fate Realm and prepared to return to the Rongling Clan."

"Who did it?"

"It should be a killer cultivator."

On the side, as Great Samsara waved his hand, lines of power of time kept interweaving in the air.

"Donor Li, please see for yourself."

"I have already reviewed the past scenes and I know the answer at a glance."

Li Chu nodded. All the immortals in ancient and modern times can do this, but it must be in a corresponding place, which is far from being as casual as the Great Samsara.

As for his eight-dimensional mystery, it can be said in the same way.

At this moment, he looked up.

Then a picture appeared in the air, with the background being the brilliant starry sky.

Rong Yan and a shackled immortal from the Rong Ling clan were escaping under the starry sky, but then a blurry figure blocked their way.

The figure was dim and dull, as if the stars in the sky were afraid and did not dare to shine on him.

"My fellow Taoist, Rong Yan has not yet become the Immortal of Time."

"Although he has cultivated the immortal destiny of killing, he poses no threat to you." The shackles immortal of the Rongling clan stood in front of Rong Yan, ready for battle.

"The intention to kill has been aroused. Leave no future troubles." The blurry figure left a few words.

In an instant, a beam of blood spread across the galaxy, covering the sky and the sun...

And the picture suddenly stopped.

When Li Chuyi saw this, he was speechless for a long time.

If it was before, he would not be deeply touched by the chaos of the immortal cultivators fighting, but now...

"Nothing," Rong Yan said suddenly.

"The weak shrink back, but only the strong can face life and death head on."

On the side, Li Chuyi held his forehead with his hand, feeling somewhat tired.

Rong Yan looked at the young man in front of him, and his voice suddenly softened.

"Brother Li, since I'm going first."

"Then I wish you eternal youth."

"Take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clarity in his eyes was gone and became hazy again.

And under the guidance of the law of reincarnation, one will fall into the great mill of true spirit.

When Li Chu saw this scene, an orange-yellow maple leaf suddenly appeared between his fingers. It was the one he used to make tea.

With a thought, he opened up a thinking space above it and threw Rong Yan's true spirit into it.

Then, he took out the thick volume of "Li's Spring and Autumn Annals", opened it, and put the leaves in it.

"Donor Xiao Li, it's useless. The dead cannot be revived."

Great Samsara sighed, "So, why bother looking for trouble?"

Li Chuyi heard this and said with a smile: "I just brought it for fun, Master Buddha, you are busy."

Having said that, he left.

At the original spot, Da Lunhui suddenly laughed, and the makeup on his face began to fall off and reassemble.

"The Eight Dimensions are so mysterious. It's really amazing."

"It's just Li Chuyi, who are you?"