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

in the night.

The good man held the wine bowl and couldn't help but laugh: "Manager Li is so skilled, but he can't drink much. Tsk tsk."

On the side, Yulong sighed softly: "This is just a joke."

"But Shopkeeper Li obviously has too many things in his heart and is unwilling to tell you and me."

He slowly stood up and looked outside the pavilion. "In this world, even under the brightest sunlight, it is still dark and rotten, with bones scattered everywhere..."

In a trance, another thousand years passed.

Traveling through the great world, you will find a new magical pavilion.

Li Chuyi woke up suddenly, looking up at the familiar layout and the familiar busy scene of monks, which made him dazed for an inexplicable moment.

He thought he was still the Nascent Soul cultivator he used to be. He had just been signed a contract by old man Shang Jian, becoming the only Nascent Soul manager of Shenqi Pavilion.

"Oh, it feels like a dream."

He smiled bitterly, recalling the previous dream.

It was still a life of ups and downs, madness and strangeness. Although he won the battle for immortality, he became a fake immortal.

But in the end, he still couldn't escape death, and his remains were poured onto the 'black twin ghosts', which was considered as the so-called residual heat.

Li Chuyi restrained his expression and looked at his right arm.

Not surprisingly, another mark disappeared.

"Heh, interesting."

At this time, the good man, Yulong, came with a ray of light.

"Boss Li, this is such a comfortable sleep. You slept for such a long time."

The good man smiled with narrowed eyes and continued: "Boss Li, what do you think next? Do you want to stay here or do something else?"

"Let me tell you, our three elders will definitely be able to become bigger and stronger in this alien world and create greater glory..."

Although he was asking, his words implied that he hoped Li Chuyi would stay.

He and Yulong have been wandering for a long time.

It is hard to return to the old place, it is hard to find old friends, and the feeling is hard for outsiders to understand.

Li Chuyi smiled and said, "Let's take a look."

As he said this, he took out the red coat, heart armor, and morning glory.

Seeing the flower, the good man was stunned for a moment.

"This... this harmful flower is still here."

He remembered that a long time ago, when he first saw this broken flower, it was held by a young monk named January Snow.

It was also there that he met Li Chuyi and Gu Xizhou.

"Oh my god, I wanted to buy this flower back then, but the girl refused."

"result……"

"Alas, I can only say that life is full of twists and turns, and it is hard to predict."

Hearing this, a childish voice was heard. It was Morning Glory.

"Hey, he keeps talking about life. How many drinks should this fool drink?"

Seeing this, the good man replied disdainfully: "The word 'life', is it something you can savor?"

The morning glory's body kept shaking, which was full of mockery.

"Don't talk to me about life, because you are not part of life, understand?"

The good guy suddenly became angry, and his squinty eyes widened a little.

He shouted fiercely: "Manager Li, where's the knife? I'll kill it with a chop."

Seeing this scene, Li Chuyi felt helpless.

"Good man, stay away from this broken flower."

"He is naturally venomous and never repeats himself when he insults people. I can only say that he has a natural talent. He is truly extraordinary."

The good man was still indignant, "It said I was not a human being. How could it, a broken flower itself, say such a thing?"

Li Chuyi thought about it and nodded: "Actually, it really is a human."

Then, without leaving a trace, he held the knife diagonally across the morning glory's head, blocking its chance to speak again.

Time just passes slowly.

Everything seemed to return to calm briefly.

Li Chuyi would occasionally open the book "Li's Spring and Autumn Annals" and continue writing about his experiences in the Xianming World.

He would also take out the orange and yellow maple leaves that he was holding, look at them carefully in the sun, then lower his head and sigh.

Counting by the days and nights in this world, another thousand years have passed in a flash.

In the Magic Pavilion.

The good man smiled and said, "This shopkeeper Li has fallen asleep again."

Yulong nodded, "Let's go, don't disturb my sweet dreams."

As for Li Chuyi, he leaned on the table with one hand and fell into dream again.

And it’s still a familiar start.

Born an orphan, a peasant who has never seen the world, eating food from many families and wearing clothes from many families...

Even in the same extremely magnificent and thrilling life, constantly wandering between life and death, various calculations and tricks follow one after another, making people exhausted to deal with them.

During the journey of cultivation, he met many women, and quite a few of them fell in love with him.

It's just that he avoids suspicion of any opposite sex, has a strong sense of boundaries, and speaks out things face to face, never giving people the chance to pull or misunderstand...

In this way, he became the bearer of immortal destiny, the Array Immortal.

As for the result, the wreckage was cast on top of the 'Black Twin Ghosts', leaving only their heads outside with their eyes wide open, as if they had died with their eyes open.

Another thousand years later.

Li Chuyi woke up from the Magic Pavilion again with no expression on his face.

"This is difficult." He sighed inexplicably.

After three consecutive dreams and three consecutive experiences of becoming a word fairy, he finally realized how unsolvable the incredible power of immortality was.

Just take the word "money" for example. It is like a hedgehog. You can’t hit it or touch it.

Just like a passerby who wanted to seize the seeds of wealth and money, he ended up inexplicably and almost became a ghost.

While thinking, he glanced at his right arm again.

There are only eight of those circular birthmark-like marks now.

"When you have nothing to do, you might as well dream about the future."

He muttered something and fell over again.

The world has changed a lot, and time has changed mercilessly.

The marks on Li Chuyi's arms disappeared one after another, and he fell into one dream after another. He seemed to have become the person in the dream, experiencing different lives.

But here's the interesting thing.

The beginning of every dream is eerily similar: living in a remote and poor village with no parents.

As for the process, it is completely different.

But in the end, they all became the supreme immortal, the immortal of words.

Tools, money, borrow, match, mistake, gamble, kill.

In different dreams, he carried these immortal lives one by one and became the existence that everyone envied.

As for the end, it was all because of the immortal life that it was cast on the 'Black Twin Ghosts'.

In the blink of an eye, almost ten thousand years had passed.

The last mark on Li Chuyi's arm disappeared.

This time, the dream was in a world full of brilliant living beings.

There are so-called myriad races here, and too many of them are born strong, such as the Jiwei Clan, the Huari Clan, the Rongling Clan...

Even the path of cultivation here has been pushed to a terrifying level because of the dazzling array of living beings. The immortals are divided into five realms, and the fourth realm is called the state of no form for all dharmas.

And in this dream, it was a familiar beginning.

It’s just in the human world, in a mortal corner called the Source Land.

Then one day, thirteen incredible rays of light rushed into this world from the chaos, and as luck would have it, took root in the human world.

Any living being who sees this scene will inevitably think of the word "immortal fate".

As more and more immortals appear, the magic of immortality becomes known to more and more living beings.

So the human world has one more name.

Life world.