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

On the head of the crying boy at the grave.

Li Chuyi stood there for a long time, his eyes flickering and his fists clenching and unclenching.

Twelve immortal lives, I'm afraid, from beginning to end, their eyes never left him.

What should he do? And how should he do it?

Gradually, he sat down directly on the ground.

Once upon a time, he was looking forward to uncovering the fog layer by layer, wanting to know what was hidden beneath the abyss.

And now, the fog has almost been lifted.

But what he finally faced was the immortal destiny that was called a miracle.

Suddenly, Li Chuyi felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

He came to his senses and began to examine himself.

He discovered that the corpse of the Fruit Immortal that he had eaten would be completely "digested" in less than ten thousand years.

Moreover, his own "mistakes" could no longer be covered up.

"That's all." He let out a long sigh.

Then close your eyes and start meditating quietly.

Time flies by like a white horse, never stopping.

In the blink of an eye, five thousand years have passed.

No one saw that a tiny dim light appeared on the head of the crying boy and then quietly sank into Li Chuyi's body.

Coming casually, his consciousness continued to sink, as if passing through one time and space after another, and finally came to an unknown place.

"here it is?"

At this moment, he looked at the sky in front of him. The sky was blue and vast, and the breeze was sweeping, stirring up circles of grass ripples on the ground.

Here, there is a vast grassland.

Not far away, a young man was sitting there with his back to the outside, motionless, as if he was feeling the breath of the wind and at the same time the breath of freedom.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi walked over step by step.

Just standing beside him, looking at the endless waves of grass, listening to the rhythm of the wind, for a moment, no one took the initiative to speak.

After a long time, the young man looked up and said with a smile: "You are here."

His face is that of a crying boy at a grave.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi just sighed helplessly and sat down.

He said slowly: "Tell me, what is the relationship between you, me, and those eleven different word fairies?"

"Don't tell me about reincarnation. I don't believe in it."

"In addition, when I ate the body of the Fruit Immortal, you said that eating him was the same as eating yourself."

On the side, the crying boy at the grave had a smile in his eyes.

"Before explaining this problem, let's look at something first."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the grass at his feet.

A flower seed suddenly appears, then sprouts, grows branches, and blooms into a nine-colored flower, which just flutters in the wind and emits a faint fragrance.

"What is this?" asked the grave-crying boy with a smile.

"A flower," Li Chuyi said without hesitation.

Then, the nine-colored flower suddenly began to wither, and only one seed was left.

As the crying boy waved his hand, the flowers began to sprout and bloom again, and the fragrance remained the same.

"Tell me, is this flower the same flower as the one just now?"

"This..." Li Chuyi was stunned for a moment, as if he was stumped by the question.

The crying child asked again: "In other words, from the same seed, is the flower that bloomed last spring the same flower that bloomed this spring?"

On the grassland, a breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and also lifting the ends of Li Chuyi's hair.

He thought for a long time before saying, "I think they are not the same flower."

"It's just that the seeds are the same."

The crying grave kid nodded, "Yes, I think so too."

"From the perspective of the flowers, they are not the same flower."

"After all, the flower that bloomed last spring withered and will never appear again. It has nothing to do with the flower that bloomed this spring."

"The only thing they have in common is their seeds."

The crying boy looked at Li Chuyi and smiled.

"Now you understand."

"This is probably the relationship between you and me."

"The same seed has produced different flowers."

"And the eleven word fairies, they are the same, they have also appeared before, and they have bloomed different flowers."

The grave-crying child thought for a moment and said, "The flowers that bloomed last year are not the same as the flowers that bloomed this year."

"So, we are not the same person."

"And they all have their own different lives."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi just lowered his head, feeling an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.

"So, that's what happened."

"You use flowers as an example, which is easy to understand."

"By the way, is this some kind of Taoism of yours?"

The crying grave kid said, "Yes, this is a ten-dimensional technique."

"It's called, One Thought Blossoms."

"As for me, I am the first ten-dimensional creature in the world."

“Even those twelve immortal lives don’t have a deep understanding of the tenth dimension.”

“So at that time, I took the initiative to burn my consciousness and cut off the immortal life with a knife, but I quietly performed this magic.”

"After that, it was like a flower blooming."

"When one flower withers, another will bloom in the next spring."

"I am the first one."

The grave-crying child said, and then shook his head and said, "As for you, you are the thirteenth flower."

"It could also be that the same seed blooms into the most brilliant flower."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi waved his hands and shook his head.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"I don't deserve the word 'brilliant'."

"You should know clearly what I have been through over the years. I have gone through one disaster after another, one difficulty after another, and died time and time again."

The crying grave kid laughed and said, "Are you invincible at the same level?"

"Not only is he of the same level, even his eighteen generations of ancestors are not enough for me to defeat."

"Then you are holding a treasure?"

"The Heaven-Opening Sword, the Infinite Buddhist Scriptures, the True Spirit Grinding Wheel..." Li Chu nodded, "This seems to be true."

The grave-crying child asked again: "Is the person you are dealing with a powerful person in the world?"

Li Chuyi thought for a moment, "Great Samsara Buddha, Black Buddha, Watching the Fire..."

"Well, it seems so."

The grave-crying kid chuckled, "That's it, I wasn't wrong."

Li Chuyi: "..."

At this moment, he was more or less speechless.

The crying grave kid continued: "Each of the eleven flowers before you ascended to the seventh dimension."

"So you understand, right? There were eleven figures in the seventh dimension that sent you to the eighth dimension."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi immediately asked: "Doesn't that mean that their consciousness still exists?"

The crying grave kid shook his head, "No."

"Everything originates from 'One Thought Blossoms', this ten-dimensional technique."

"So the special thing is that after they die, their consciousness will no longer exist, and everything will return to the original point."

"What is in the Seventh Dimension is nothing more than what they left behind, waiting for you, the thirteenth flower."

The crying child added: "It is precisely because it is the same seed that it produces different flowers."

“So everyone’s starting point is relatively similar.”

"I live in a remote and poor place, with no parents."

Li Chuyi pursed his lips helplessly, "Let me ask you, is it true that no one can defeat the Immortal Fate?"

The crying grave kid nodded, "No one can defeat him."

"Really?"

"real."