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

"Who is missing again, Mr. Li?"

Jin Jian yawned and saw Li Chuyi holding a thick book in his hand, so he asked casually.

Over the years, he has come to know what the "true spirit" is.

"The perfect human race, Tu Mu."

"Ah?" Jin Jian was confused.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Mr. Li, if you seal them up with leaves, can you still save them?"

"I don't know, I just did it casually."

Li Chuyi answered simply, looked up, and seeing that it was still early in the morning, he took out a pen, opened "Li's Spring and Autumn Annals", and began to write quietly.

In the past, he had only recorded some interesting or thrilling things on it.

Now, he recorded everything he had experienced and everyone he had met in detail on it...

The sun gradually moved down, and the orange and yellow maple leaves slowly fell in the wind, and before we knew it, they had covered the entire courtyard.

Li Chu's writing speed became faster and faster, and the muddy road he once walked on appeared before his eyes frame by frame.

What can I say about his life?

As we walked, the sun was shining brightly and the willows were swaying.

As we walked, we saw overgrown weeds and the crows crying sadly.

Walking alone, the world is shining alone...

"call!"

Li Chuyi let out a long sigh and finally stopped writing. He looked up and saw a dark moon hanging in the sky and a layer of white frost on the ground.

Suddenly, he chuckled.

"No one can be young again, but I will always be eighteen."

Then, switch to the eight-dimensional perspective again to view the entire immortal world.

He was looking for something. When he first faced the Faceless Immortal, all the shopkeepers of the Magic Pavilion were basically dead, except for the good guys who met Long.

At that time, when Fu Lin ascended to heaven, he cut off part of their true spirits and threw them out.

"Perhaps it cannot be called 'interception', but rather the preservation of their memories, thoughts, emotions... similar to the splitting."

Li Chuyi murmured. With his current level of cultivation, he could now understand many things that he could not understand before.

"Brother Xishan's blessing of ascending to heaven..."

His eyes were fixed slightly, and I don't know what he was thinking about.

After a moment, Li Chuyi suddenly stood up and looked in a direction in the original starry sky.

"found it."

From the eight-dimensional perspective, he clearly saw a piece of green jade lying quietly on an ancient star, buried in the dust.

Back then, he had captured some of the true spirits from the shopkeepers, sealed them in it, and then threw it into the starry sky.

In the small courtyard, Jin Jian returned from the nearby city on the moonlit night, his whole body filled with the smell of alcohol and sex. This guy really never practiced cultivation over the years, but instead indulged in revelry every night.

"Mr. Li, what do you have in your hand?"

"You still can't see the real spirit."

"Okay, Master Li, you are busy."

Li Chuyi no longer paid attention to it, but stared at the green jade in his hand. As soon as he thought about it, a series of dull figures appeared around the courtyard.

There were thousands of them, and almost all the shopkeepers of the Shenqi Pavilion of the Thirteen Sealed Immortal Lands were here.

Quietly, waves of clear and spiritual aura fell upon them, still the technique of summoning spirits.

And those figures gradually regained clarity.

"Li... Manager Li?"

The first to wake up was Wuweizi, the chief treasurer of the First Land, followed by Lengyue, Wenshan, Ruishanjun, and Aya...

They were all acquaintances, and they were all people with whom I had drunk and boasted on the Hongyun Qitian Boat before.

"Everyone, long time no see." Li Chuyi said with a smile on his face.

But no one paid any attention to him. These people's memories were stuck at the time when they faced the Faceless Immortal. They had just regained consciousness and were now a little confused.

After a moment, Leng Yue smiled bitterly, "Boss Li, are we dead and gone?"

"Yes, now you are a wisp of true spirit, which is the carrier of consciousness. With my method, I can make you temporarily awake."

"Oh, it's over. I can't even be a ghost anymore." Leng Yue sighed sadly, feeling very lost.

At this moment, looking at these once familiar figures, Li Chuyi thought he had a lot to say.

But when it comes to this, I feel there is nothing much to say.

"Brother Li, what is your current level of cultivation?" Aya asked. He still had his chest open, with a unique and charming temperament.

"Very high."

"How tall?"

"It's higher than the heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, Aya laughed out loud, "As expected of you, Ya."

Then, the living people and the group of dead people looked at each other in silence.

"Take care, everyone." Li Chuyi sighed.

"Manager Li, take care." Everyone bowed in unison.

After a few breaths, there was another page in Li Chuyi's book.

Although he did this, he didn't give it too much thought, because he really had no way of resurrecting anyone.

It was simply that the current reincarnation was too evil, and he didn't want to send these familiar people into the millstone of the true spirit.

The night grows darker.

In the courtyard, there appeared a huge and ferocious head, it belonged to Mahakala.

"Mr. Li, please don't be so scary at this time of night, okay?"

Jin Jian's voice trembled, "I can sense a dead aura in the house. It's creepy."

Li Chuyi ignored him and just murmured: "When you reach the level of Wuxiang, even if you die, your true spirit will not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

He walked around Mahakala's head several times, then stopped and began to chant.

“May all sentient beings obtain infinite light and develop great compassion…”

What he recited was still the "Twelve Lights of Prayer for All Living Beings".

This piece of magic is the only relic from the pre-immortal era and has incredible power.

The Bald Pill in the past was essentially made because of this method.

Even if ordinary people eat it, there will be Buddha's light shining behind their heads, and instantly it will be as if Buddha has come to the world.

At this moment, following Li Chuyi's recitation.

A white and soft light appeared above Mahakala's head, dispelling the darkness of the world.

What he is doing now is to use this method to draw out the true spirit of Mahakala and return it to his head.

Time passes slowly.

A mysterious aura began to envelop the courtyard.

The dark and ferocious head of Mahakala, which looked like a ghost, began to sway from side to side, and even its eyelids trembled slightly, as if it was about to open.

"Mr....Mr. Li, please stop it. It's too scary." Jin Jian hid behind the door, feeling terrified.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mahakala's eyes suddenly open, and then his body began to change, becoming a familiar appearance with three heads and six arms.

"Donor Li."

Mahakala bowed and then looked at the world.

Three heads and six eyes are more complex than ever before.

"Donor Li, everything is in vain."

Mahakala sighed, and then looked at Li Chuyi.

"They're coming."