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

The rain and fog are hazy.

A small grave located among a peach grove.

There is a stone tablet in front of it, with the words "Li Chuyi's Tomb" written on it.

The sky was shrouded in mist and the drizzle was getting heavier, making the blooming peach blossoms look even more beautiful.

Xingluo held an umbrella and stood silently in front of the grave.

It’s funny that Li Chuyi used to build his tomb, but now it’s the other way around.

It was also at this time that a handsome man wearing a lotus crown and a light gauze Taoist robe came with a woman in a green skirt.

They all walked slowly towards us, holding ink-splashed paper umbrellas.

"Taoyao Country, why is the tomb built here?"

The people who come here are destined to be summer and autumn.

"Brother Li was born here. Now that he is like this, it can be said that he has returned to his roots!" Xingluo looked thin and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"That's right!" Yuanxia nodded.

"It's just that this so-called 'reality' doesn't seem to be any different from before. I can't feel any difference anyway."

Yuanxia sighed, took out a pot of wine and poured it in front of the grave.

He continued: "What we can confirm now is that outside the Immortal World, there is still endless chaos."

"And everything we do is tainted with the word 'rebellion against the Way'."

“So I’m not sure if entering the chaos will cause another wave of murderous intent from the avenues.”

"And now, many immortals of all races are worried about this matter, and want to try to find some way to hide their own 'Dao Ni' characteristics."

"It's convenient to go out and find out the truth."

Xingluo nodded and said, "I buried Brother Li's Bodhi beads, Kaitian Immortal Weapons, and Buddhist scriptures inside. It can be considered a cenotaph."

Yuan Xia chuckled: "Aren't you afraid that someone will snatch these things away?"

"Does anyone dare?" Xingluo also smiled.

And Yuanqiu was also staring at the small pile of graves.

She should be more familiar with Li Chuyi than ordinary people.

After all, many years ago, he had been a celestial ghost, lying behind the other party for a long time, devouring all the misfortunes and bad luck.

Now it seems that the trend has reversed.

All those disasters and so on are also transformed into merits, fortune and the like, which are beneficial to spiritual practice.

And the Tree of Balance has returned to the space of the Tree Guardians.

The Tree Guardians endured five hundred thousand years of divine punishment, and were also wiped out.

And with the death of Li Chuyi, the world of immortality stepped from "false" to "real", and everything seemed to have returned to peace.

Miss Wansui left first.

So many people saw her this time that she didn't know where to move her nest, so she was worried every day.

Fugui returned to his Gulu City and was never seen again.

Jinlin returns to the Jiwei tribe and prepares to become an immortal.

There are also Tu Mu, Rong Yan, and Fan Jiu, all of whom are busy with their own things. After all, life has to go on and will not stop for anyone.

The world of life, somewhere in the first place.

The sun was rising directly overhead, and Passerby A found a shady spot by the river, where he sat on a small bench and fished.

The shade of the trees is swaying behind me, the water is gurgling in front of me, and there are a few bitter melons placed next to me, which is quite a pleasure.

Suddenly, the four ears of Passerby A moved slightly.

He turned around and saw a young man in purple robe and purple hair, with a flawless face like a god, walking slowly along the river bank.

This person is Xi Yi.

Seeing the person coming, Passerby A didn't seem surprised and just continued to stare at the float in front of him.

When Xi Yi approached, he also took out a small stool, placed it gently and sat down, as if he was afraid of disturbing the fish in the river.

Just like that, the two of them stared at the water together, and no one spoke.

It was not until the sun set and the sunset filled the sky that Xi Yi sighed.

He said slowly: "The cultivation path of the Xizi Immortal Fate is much more cruel than that of other immortal fates."

At the side, Passerby A put down his bamboo fishing rod, nodded, and a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

"That's true. If I had known this, I wouldn't have chosen to repair the drama."

Xi Yi looked towards the horizon and saw the setting sun as red as blood, so enchanting and beautiful that it was shocking.

He whispered: "Everyone who practices drama will have five puppet strings growing on their bodies."

"It means that we can play with fate and treat others as puppets, but if we are not careful, we will also become puppets of fate."

Xi Yi slowly lowered his head and looked at the two dolls hanging around his waist, his eyes unclear.

"Also, outsiders have no idea how to practice Xizi Xianming."

"But I know."

"That is the origin of the word 'Xi'. The number is fixed, there are only nine of them, no more, no less."

"And unlike other life species, they can differentiate into secondary life species."

Xi Yi took a deep breath and continued, "The cultivation method of Xizi Xianming is both simple and cruel."

"That means one of the nine people must successfully manipulate the fate of the other eight people and turn them into puppets."

"Only by doing this can one achieve the requirement of completely inheriting the immortal destiny of Xizi."

Xi Yi slowly stood up and looked at the four-eared young man beside him.

He said, "In fact, I gave you this fate seed of the word 'Xi' back then."

"So, your first puppet string of fate has been caught by me."

In an instant, a white line extended from the head of Passerby A, was caught in the hand of Xi Yi, and wrapped around his fingers.

Passerby A didn't take it seriously, but his eyes were a little dim, and he said: "In fact, I have vaguely noticed it over the years."

On the side, Xi Yi continued talking to himself.

"After you merged with the fate seed of Xi, you couldn't help but turn to the next few pages of your book of destiny."

"As practitioners of drama, we cannot look through the book of our own destiny, because that means we dare not fight against the unknown and become puppets of fate."

"So, I also caught your second thread."

As Xi Yi finished his words, another white line came out from Passerby A's left wrist and was wrapped around his fingers.

"Besides, you wanted to steal the seeds of wealth and fortune back then."

"But you were not careful and fell for his 'money-transforming technique'. With your life in danger, you relied on flipping through the book of your own destiny to find a chance to survive."

"So, this is the third puppet string of fate."

On the side, Passerby A was staring at the rippling river surface and still said nothing.

Xi Yi took a deep breath and said, "Also, you previously modified the fate books of the people Li Chuyi knew in front of everyone, even in front of me."

"Now that I'm at a close distance, I've followed the trajectory of their fate and found your fourth thread."

At this moment, the four threads of fate on Passerby A all fell into Xi Yi's hands.

"And your fifth thread..."

"It goes without saying."

Xi Yi was just continuing to speak when he was interrupted by Passerby A.

"Oh, this life seed of drama came because of you, so I have no chance."

"In that case, so be it!"

Passerby A looked up and saw the red sun setting in the distance.

At this moment, dusk was gradually falling, and the surroundings were desolate. Endless grass and trees were swaying and rustling behind me.

"Oh, I've been playing with other people's fate all my life, but I never thought that in the end, I would become someone else's puppet."

Passerby A had a bitter look on his face, and then his expression began to solidify.

It also turned into a doll with four ears and was hung around Xi Yi's waist.