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

The next day, early in the morning.

When the sky was still slightly bright, Old Man Jian took Li Chuyi to the main peak of Xingdao Mountain and then entered one of the main halls.

The hall was empty except for a strange wall that was neither gold nor jade.

"On the first day of the month, do you know why our Xingdao Sect can still be ranked among the Twelve Immortal Sects without any inherited techniques?"

Old Man Jian looked at the strange wall with a faint tone.

"Please ask Mr. Jian to clear up the confusion."

"On the first day of the junior high school, things are big here. I need to plant a restriction in your mind. This is what every Xingdao Sect disciple must do. Can you understand?"

Hearing this, Li Chuyi thought it was nothing, but felt that with such a mystery, what happened next would be exciting enough.

"Disciple is willing."

Old Man Jian nodded, then chanted in his mouth and formed a seal with one hand.

"Five stars suppress the color, and the light shines on Xuan Ming. The giant beasts in the sky subdue the five soldiers. The five demons in the sky, die and destroy the form..."

I saw a colorful light network appearing out of thin air, and then instantly got into Li Chuyi's head.

He didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt his head was cool and comfortable, and he wanted Old Man Jian to give him another blow.

"In the first year of junior high school, you have to listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you next."

On the side, Old Man Jian looked solemn.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi also looked serious.

"On the first day of the new year, did you know that there are wonderful treasures in the sky and the earth? The heaven and the earth are nourishing and can turn decay into magic."

"Lao Jian, do you mean that this wall is the strange treasure?"

Li Chuyi looked at the wall again. The more he stared at it, the more he felt his mind was being sucked into it.

"That's right, it's called Da Qian Tu Lu. This is the true foundation of Xing Dao Sect."

"The Great Thousand Pictures, it records the light of the soul of all the amazing and talented people in this world."

"On the first day of junior high school, do you know what the light of the soul is?"

Li Chuyi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes moved slightly, and he tried to say: "There should be some discovery or realization."

Old Man Jian nodded slowly.

"To be specific, this light of the soul is the unique skills created by those who astound the world, or their unique understanding of all things and laws,"

"The moment these spiritual lights were generated, they were captured and included in the Daqian Picture Book."

"First grade of junior high school, now you understand."

At this time, Li Chuyi was stunned on the spot, with an unconcealable look of shock in his eyes.

If what Old Man Jian said is true, then this Daqian Picture Book is much more powerful than his hard work of opening the tomb of his senior.

He said blankly: "Lao Jian, does this Daqian Picture Record really record all the powerful skills in the world?"

"Hey, who knows, where did this Daqian Picture Book come from? The Xingdao Sect has no records. Anyway, this saying has been passed down from generation to generation."

There seemed to be memories in Old Man Jian's eyes. I don't know how many years ago he had asked this question when he stood in front of this wall for the first time.

"On the first day of the new year, you have a quarter of an hour to enter the Daqian Picture Book with your spiritual consciousness. During this period, you have to find the light of the soul that best suits you."

"Then integrate your spiritual consciousness into it. If it is a skill, you can witness how it was born from a first-person perspective. This can maximize your understanding of this skill."

"But on the first day of junior high school, you have to remember that each person can only enter this Daqian Picture Book once, and only for a quarter of an hour."

"Don't be greedy. What's suitable for you is the most important thing, because after a quarter of an hour, your consciousness will never come out again."

Old Jian's tone was very serious, and Li Chuyi naturally understood the importance of this.

"I understand, Mr. Jian, what do I need to do next?"

"Just put your hand on the Daqian Picture Book."

Li Chuyi nodded slowly, and then walked to the wall. He took a deep breath and gently placed his hand on it.

The touch was warm, but a strange feeling suddenly flooded into his mind, making him almost faint.

When his consciousness became clear again, he suddenly found that he was in a strange space.

This space is unfathomable, seemingly chaotic, yet full of order, and seemingly connected to the past and future.

A series of strange and strange streams of light with different auras are running around in this space.

And the moment Li Chuyi entered the catalog space, they all flocked to Li Chuyi, and even more kept pouring from the depths of the space.

Their auras are different, some are like thunder and fire from the nine heavens, some are like eternal ice, and some even have a vague meaning that emerges.

Outside the catalog space, there are also colorful lights flowing around Li Chuyi's body, which is mysterious and abnormal.

On the side, Old Man Jian's eyes were dull and he murmured: "This... this is not in line with the common sense of cultivating immortals."

"Tsk, tsk, these should be the lights of the soul, how many more can I choose? But what if I don't have enough time?" In the catalog space, Li Chuyi pinched his chin, with a tangled look on his face.

"No matter, I never lack skills. If you want to talk about the graves of your seniors, you can choose whatever you want."

With that said, Li Chu casually held a stream of light.

In an instant, there were waves of sharp cutting sensations in his hands, which even hurt his soul.

He frowned, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, immersing his consciousness in it, waiting to open his eyes again.

All I saw was a desolate, depleted, and dead world of yellow sand.

In this world, a ten-foot-tall creature with a silver metallic sheen all over its body was walking alone in the yellow sand.

There are three pairs of ferocious blade wings on his back, and his legs and arms are all made of blades. Even the muscles all over his body are squirming with the sound of collision and friction of the blades.

And wherever he passed, there was nothingness behind him.

"This...this, what kind of life is this?"

At this time, Li Chuyi felt that his soul was trembling, because he was watching everything from the first perspective.

In other words, it is one body and two souls. He is like an outsider, possessing this life.

Year after year, this life walked alone in the yellow sand world, until one day, the aura in his body climbed crazily.

The color of the whole body changed from platinum to pure gold. It seemed like an instant, but also seemed like a long time passed.

Li Chuyi remembered the last moment, when the whole world was destroyed as the creature opened its eyes.

……

In the catalog space, Li Chuyi slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be golden light flashing across his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, White Bone Enamel Gold Art, it's a good thing." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly unconsciously.

This is the basic gold practice method, which can be practiced directly to the Mahayana stage. The power of the practice is extremely sharp, and it also has the intention of dividing all things.

In addition, this exercise also has the effect of physical training. It can not only temper the internal organs of the whole body, but also turn bones into knives and skin into gold.

"Awesome." He shouted excitedly, but then became confused.

"But who is that metal creature? Is it from this world? Why have I never heard of it? But being able to create this method is indeed amazing."

At this time, he looked at the various streams of light hovering around him and wanted to choose one more.

But it felt like there was a faint force of repulsion driving him away.

Li Chuyi knew that the time was coming, and if he didn't go out, he would stay here forever.

Suddenly, his spirit beat wildly.

I saw a stream of light automatically falling into his hand. This stream of light was thin and weak, and seemed so dim in this space.

As the repulsive force intensified, Li Chuyi desperately tried to throw it away.

But at this moment, his consciousness was drawn into it crazily.