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

"I surrender, I surrender, I surrender."

Li Chuyi said unhappily, "Since you've said that, why bother just waiting to die?"

"Anyway, after all, immortality is invincible and cannot be defeated by human power."

Next to him, the crying boy couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand.

"Ah, but that's the fact."

"The Twelve Immortal Fates themselves are just so unsolvable."

"No matter what you say, I can't beat you."

"Also, their power is constantly growing."

"As long as the 'real' infinite world is destroyed, they can absorb everything in it and use it for themselves."

For a moment, both of them were silent.

Li Chuyi racked his brains, but he had no idea how to face the existence of the twelve immortal lives.

"So, why do those 'immortal spirits' allow people to carry the immortal destiny?" he suddenly asked again.

Hearing this, the crying boy thought about it.

He said seriously, "I don't know much about this."

"But I can tell you that they have always wanted to open a passage into the eleventh dimension."

"Nine dimensions can ignore the boundaries between 'real' and 'false', and can even cross them at will."

"And when you reach the eleventh dimension, you can step into 'absolute reality'."

"Anyway, I think it's that simple."

The grave-crying kid heaved a sigh of relief. "As for why they are so persistent, that's easy to explain."

"Because the twelve immortal spirits are the real 'negative immortal spirits'."

"For example, the immortal destiny of money corresponds to desire, wanting to get all the money into one's hands."

"The word 'Xi' means 'play', which corresponds to 'teasing'. It means wanting to play with and control all destinies."

"The immortal destiny of the word 'kill' corresponds to killing, and one is addicted to the pleasure of killing."

"The word 'Zhong' means immortal, which corresponds to self-righteousness. Everything is centered on the self, and one's existence is meaningful."

The crying boy stopped and stretched out his palm, feeling the wind flowing between his fingers.

After a few moments, he continued: "The twelve 'immortal spirits' represent the twelve kinds of 'negative aspects of immortal life'.

"Here, let's still use the example of the immortal life with the character money."

"To it, no matter if it is 'real' or 'fake', everything in it can be regarded as money and belongs to it."

"But the desire for money is endless."

"It wants more money, gets more money, and uses it to satisfy its desires."

"So, we have no choice but to step into the 'absolute truth'."

The crying boy raised his hand and counted on his fingers.

"The twelve immortal lives are all similar, and the situation is the same."

"You have seen the money cultivators. When they fill their money holes, the process is simply indescribable. After all, desire is something that is too difficult to control."

"So, for the twelve 'Immortal Spirits', if there is even a slight chance, they will do everything they can to step into the 'Absolute Truth'."

On the side, Li Chuyi showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"understood."

"Anyway, they are the ones causing the trouble."

"And I can't beat them at all."

Hearing this, the crying boy couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I say, why are you so persistent in fighting Xianming?"

"We are not facing immortal cultivators. We are competing with each other in terms of physical strength and magical power."

"As I said before, fighting with an immortal is the same as seeking death."

Li Chuyi chuckled, "If you don't kill the immortal, you'd be worse off dead than alive."

"Tell me about those eleven flowers I had before, which were the eleven different word fairies."

"What on earth do you guys want to do?"

Seeing this, the crying boy became serious again.

"Li Chuyi, your destiny has been merged by the funeral fairy after all."

"So, he became a middle-level immortal, and you also have a share in that position."

"As for the eleven flowers before them, they became different word fairies, but what's left now is just a remnant."

"But there is a saying that fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers."

At this moment, the crying boy stared at Li Chuyi and spoke slowly and firmly.

"Li Chuyi, listen to me."

"We are all from the same 'seed', but have blossomed into different flowers."

“Although people are different, their roots are the same.”

"You eat the remains of the Word Immortals they left behind one by one, and add your own."

"You can refine a physical body. I don't know how to name it, so just call it the Twelve Immortal Life Body."

The grave-crying boy said this and took another deep breath.

He continued: "Just think about it, the twelve 'immortal spirits' have spent so much effort and time, and have killed countless lives."

"What they are doing is nothing more than crossing into 'absolute reality'."

"And at the last moment, you turned the tables and plucked their peaches."

"I just want to ask you, are you relieved?"

"Believe me, this is a billion times more painful than exterminating them."

The eyes of the crying boy began to shine, as if he had imagined that scene.

He laughed and said, "Tsk tsk, that time has finally come."

“That picture must be beautiful.”

"Li Chuyi, after you step into 'absolute truth'."

"If we find a way to kill them, it will probably be much easier."

After the crying boy said this, he sat up and patted Li Chuyi on the shoulder.

"So, don't blame me for letting you replace Li Xuansang and enter the Thirteen Word Immortal's game."

"If you don't join the game, in this bloody world where people eat each other, I'm afraid you will end up dead."

"At that time, you will be reborn as a 'flower seed' again, and you will no longer exist."

"So now everything depends on you, the thirteenth flower."

The crying grave kid smiled brightly, "You are the one who carries my hopes and the hopes of the other eleven flowers."

"We all want to see you turn the tables on Xianming at the last minute and make them fail."

On the side, Li Chuyi lowered his head, with a complex and suspicious expression in his eyes.

In fact, he didn't completely believe in the crying baby at the grave. The human heart was really hard to guess.

Then, he raised his head, also smiling.

"I see. It's rare that you put so much thought into it."

"There are eleven consecutive generations of different immortals. The amount of time between them is so long that it is probably impossible to measure it with numbers."

"Your game is also quite big."

Li Chuyi stood up slowly, his eyes becoming firm as if he had made some decision.

"In that case, leave everything to me."

"Immortal destiny, haha."

It was at this time that a strong wind suddenly arose.

Countless blades of grass surged toward the sky like flying snow, and then turned into bursts of light rain and dissipated into nothingness.

The crying boy turned to Li Chuyi and bowed.

"My friend, life is full of difficulties."

"And I am forever trapped in the heavy snow of my childhood, and I can never get out again."

With a smile on his lips, his figure slowly disappeared, and only his words vaguely echoed in Li Chuyi's ears.

"Then I wish you to get out of the snowstorm."

"From now on, the spring breeze will be around my shoulders, and the future will be sunny enough."