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

Time is unforgiving. No matter how brilliant and glorious your life is, it will eventually come to an end.

When this universe was opened up, there was no balanced thing being born.

It means that everything will eventually disappear like a passing cloud.

Li Chuyi was once again lost in the chaos, not knowing where he was going.

After many years of chaos, he would occasionally encounter the world again, and would still be entangled by the twelve desires.

However, he tried his best to resist the Twelve Desires, but often ended up in a horrible and miserable end.

Gradually, in the 'real infinite world', there is a legend about an immortal monster circulating in many worlds. No one knows whether it is true or not, but it is amazing enough.

I don’t know how many years have passed. The length of this period of time can no longer be described in numbers because it is really too long.

The 'disaster of truth and falsehood' has come again.

The 'real' is shattered, and the 'false' becomes the new 'real'.

But Li Chuyi was still the same as before, unaffected by the catastrophe, yet even more miserable.

For him, these unforgettable years are the real torture.

And the immortal destiny never appeared again.

Those countless creatures did not know that there were things in the world that were said to be eternal miracles, possessing all kinds of incredible powers.

'False' and 'real' keep alternating like this.

Li Chuyi didn't know how many disasters he had gone through and how much suffering he had endured. These days were really too difficult to endure.

In order to resist the urge to kill, he chopped off his own head thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, millions of times...

Things like this happen almost every day.

There is not only the desire to kill, there are eleven other desires.

He could only rely on himself, gritting his teeth and persevering little by little to eliminate those desires.

Now that the 'Spirit of Immortality' has left the Immortal Life, it is like water without roots. If he destroys it a little, its power will be reduced by a little.

Countless years passed.

In the chaos, Li Chuyi stood here at this moment with his eyes closed.

His consciousness was still immersed in the magnificent lake of origin in his dantian.

At this moment, he and the twelve 'Immortal Spirits' were still confronting each other.

The two sides have merged into one, and there seems to be no distinction between you and me.

"Li Chuyi, you can't kill us, so don't waste your energy." Qian said viciously.

"Tsk tsk, you are really strong. You have been entangled with us for so long.", 'Xi' also looked at him unfriendly.

Hearing this, Li Chuyi simply said: "Your power has dissipated too much."

"So what? We are unkillable.", 'Kill' screamed.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi said nothing more.

Just in the hand, a ray of light suddenly appeared, and just lay quietly in the palm of the hand, flickering.

"What is that?" Zhong suddenly asked, as if he had realized something.

"This is the 'mistake' that was formed when I devoured all the perfect humans and their formlessness."

Li Chuyi spoke slowly and continued: "Didn't you say that a 'mistake' is always a 'mistake' and can only be covered up but will never disappear?"

"After I became formless, the 'errors' in me still existed, but were covered up."

Hearing this, Qian kept asking, "Li Chuyi, what do you want to do?"

Li Chuyi replied: "Of course, it is to detonate the 'error' in your hand and bring in the 'correctness'."

"No, you can't.", 'Money' suddenly trembled.

"In an infinite world, everything in it can be attributed to 'correctness', its power is endless, and you will die."

"Also, the higher-dimensional world still belongs to 'correct', and your higher-dimensional consciousness will also be killed."

"If you do this, you will both perish together..."

"How dare you, how dare you!" Qian was furious.

Not only it, but other immortal spirits are the same. They didn't expect that the evil they planted in the past would be used on themselves at this moment.

But Li Chuyi had a calm look.

"Over these countless years, the desires you represent have been eroded bit by bit by me."

"It's so that I can kill you with one blow when you're weak."

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"'Gambling' spirit, don't you think you are destined to be a gambling immortal?"

"I just wonder if you, without your immortal body, can still win every bet?"

After Li Chuyi finished speaking, he gently applied force with his fingertips.

With a "bang", the light exploded.

A sigh sounded in this chaos.

"Now, let's start gambling!"

In an instant, infinite chaos began to riot, the avenue surged like a tide, and all the "correctness" formed by the world gathered into a force of destruction, rushing towards this place.

Gradually, the figure was swallowed up and submerged.

I do not know how long it has been.

Everything returned to normal.

In the chaos, there was nothing but emptiness and dead silence.

But at this moment, the chaotic energy actually began to sway slightly, and a figure, or a residual soul, appeared.

His eyes were as clear as the quiet autumn moon.

"I won."

He uttered three words slowly, but an unconcealable deep fatigue emerged from the corners of his eyes.

“It turns out that I am lucky.”

"But it's half."

"And the other half."

He pondered for a moment, then said: "The body, solidify."

In an instant, the formless Dharma body, the twelve immortal bodies, and the bodies of the creator gods and demons merged into one, in a mysterious way that was beyond words.

In the chaos, the young man in the black sun and moon Taoist robe just stood there quietly.

In the center of his forehead, there were twelve marks of various colors, forming a lotus pattern that was shining brightly.

He reached out and gently stroked his forehead, looking somewhat helpless.

Those twelve marks were the seeds of immortal life that were formed after the death of the twelve 'Immortal Spirits'.

In other words, these twelve marks are also immortal lives, but they are countless times weaker than the previous twelve immortal lives.

Li Chuyi needs to cultivate and nurture it himself.

When he grows up, he will have the twelve immortal destinies that belong to him alone.

"Hey, what's going on?" he sighed.

What's more, he has now reached the tenth dimension of the word "heart".

When he fell from the tenth dimension, the ten-dimensional Dao fruit of the crying grave boy automatically flowed into his body.

It just goes to show what the crying boy at the grave said, he is the most dazzling flower blooming from the same "flower seed".

"Unfortunately, there is no Qianzixian now."

"Otherwise, I'd like to try it out with him."

Li Chuyi shook his head and looked up suddenly again.

Four-dimensional, five-dimensional... ten-dimensional worlds appeared one by one in his eyes.

He took a step forward, and without any hindrance, his figure broke into the tenth dimension.

Ten-dimensional world.

Li Chuyi strolled around leisurely, and finally, he found a place.

Here, there is another thousand-foot-high gate, extremely ancient, with a gray-brown metallic luster, which makes it difficult to see at first glance.

This door is still the door to the eleven dimensions.

But there was a young man in white stuck on the door, with half of his body inside and the other half outside, unable to move.

At this moment, she was looking at him helplessly.

Li Chuyi couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene.

"Brother Xishan, long time no see."