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The golden light illuminated the pale face of Changsheng Daojun. He tilted his head back, his pupils shrank: "You...you are not..."

The cold knife stabbed into his stomach again. Shi Yi looked at his eyes coldly: "The so-called death, is it possible that you brought it upon yourself? The person you just pushed down was indeed me, from my previous life."

Even as she was talking, her hands didn't stop moving. She pulled the knife with a series of "bang" sounds, and the stitches on her stomach broke, letting her internal organs flow all over the floor again.

Changsheng Daojun's eyes widened, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was in so much pain that he was about to suffocate. His lips trembled as he asked, "What...what do you mean?"

"It means that you killed my past self and brought about your own death. You were courting death from the beginning to the end!"

Shi Yi threw away the dagger, lowered her eyebrows and looked at his flowing internal organs. She poked her fingers inside, grabbed the intestines and wrapped them around the neck of Changsheng Daojun, who was already shocked by her words. She said slowly: "If you don't have the ability, don't learn fortune-telling. Half-baked people will hurt others and yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened the grip on the intestines, forcing the Taoist Master Changsheng to kick his intact leg and open his mouth to try to breathe. The feeling of suffocation made his eyes go dark.

At that moment, his thoughts couldn't help but go back to thousands of years ago.

Yun Changsheng is the most talented disciple of the metaphysical school. In addition to summoning gods, he is also proficient in physiognomy, fortune-telling, feng shui layout, exorcism and catching ghosts.

He was only twenty years old that year, at the peak of his youth and vigor. Even though he did not know how to summon gods, he had mastered various talismans and was very famous in the Xuanmen. He was almost trained to be the helmsman of the Xuanmen.

In the past, there were far more demons and monsters than today, and the disciples of Xuanmen were responsible for protecting the common people.

Perhaps it was because he killed too many demons and monsters, and witnessed the birth, aging, sickness and death of many mortals, that his mentality gradually changed.

His name is Yun Changsheng, why can't he achieve immortality?

Practicing Taoism can prolong your life, but it will eventually return to nothingness.

As the most talented disciple of Xuanmen, why should he end up in the same place as this group of ants?

Why should he return to nothingness?

Why can't he achieve immortality!

This idea took root in my heart and clung tightly to my heart.

In order to finally find the way to immortality, at the age of thirty he resolutely left the sect despite the dissuasion of his master and fellow disciples.

But on the day he left the sect, he asked his master to tell him his fortune: "My disciple, why can't I pray to the gods?"

He is the best among his peers in fortune-telling, feng shui layout, exorcism and catching ghosts.

But the door that was closest to immortality was closed to him. How could he be willing to accept this?

When the master saw that he couldn't keep him, he read his fortune for him. The master turned pale, spat out blood, and took two steps back.

He looked at Changsheng and murmured four words: "A leaf blocks the view..."

Yun Changsheng was puzzled: "Master?"

The master wanted to say something more, but blood gushed up, as if he would die on the spot if he said one more word.

“The path of cultivation is long, only by keeping your original aspiration can you achieve your goal.”

He tried his best to remind his beloved disciple, endured the rising smell of blood, and finally asked in a trembling voice: "...Changsheng, can you not leave?"

Looking at the painful expression of his master, Yun Changsheng was shaken for a moment, but when he thought about the way to immortality, no matter whether it was his master or everyone in the sect, even if he had been with them for many years, they were just passers-by in his life.

Yun Changsheng's eyes turned cold, and he bowed to his master: "Since Master is unwilling to say, I will not ask. From now on, we will never meet again. Yun Changsheng, goodbye!"

He did not stop, but walked down the mountain step by step and never looked back.

Whenever he looked back, he could see his master spurting blood and fainting on top of his fellow disciples. He died of illness three days later.

Yun Changsheng traveled all over the world, collecting all the deeds related to the way to immortality, and eventually changed his cultivation tool because of a legend.

Legend has it that there is a magical instrument that can conceal the way of heaven, walk above time and fate, and gain longevity and immortality!

In addition to improving his fortune-telling skills, Yun Changsheng put all his energy into refining magic weapons. In ten years, he refined countless magical instruments, which were so valuable that fellow Taoists in the Xuanmen sect could hardly obtain them. The honorific title of Taoist Changsheng came from this.

During these ten years, he had already developed the mentality of a superior, and all living beings were like ants in his eyes.

When he was forty-two years old, he finally refined a magical weapon that could travel through time. His soul trembled at this. Just before the magic weapon was cast, as if he sensed something, he raised his hand and calculated.

As he said, apart from summoning gods, he has terrifying talent, but his inability to summon gods has become his obsession!

He wanted to know what his master had calculated so badly. Even though he had worked so hard to figure it out, he was too stingy to tell him the result!

Yun Changsheng was caught off guard by this sudden calculation with his fingers, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

Shi Yi executed Yun Changsheng in X month of XXXX year.

Yun Changsheng died!

Yun Changsheng couldn't believe his eyes.

Such a simple hexagram actually determined his death?

Who is Shi Yi? He doesn't even know him!

Yun Changsheng was filled with anger and murderous intent. He picked up the newly-forged time artifact and stepped into the Gate of Time.

Since he can conceal the fact that the Heavenly Dao stands above time, no matter who Shi Yi is, he must kill her!

This time he didn't find Shi Yi, but got some bad news. Because he was distracted at the last minute, the magic weapon had a loophole. Every time he entered the future timeline, there would be a gap of 20 years. This change seemed to sound a warning to Yun Changsheng: Ten years of refining the weapon were unimpeded, but the key to longevity had a loophole because of Shi Yi! Death is death! Either she dies or he dies!

Although the time instrument cannot enter the future timeline at will, he can hide in the time gate where time stops and keep his appearance unchanged, and can return to his own timeline at any time.

He enters the future timeline every twenty years, and what he worries most is not being able to find Shi Yi, after all, there is a gap of twenty years in between.

But he calculated several times and vomited blood several times, and the hexagram of death remained unchanged, which made him clearly know that death would find him, so wandering in time was a way of self-protection.

Perhaps it was because he had been wandering through time for so long and had witnessed the changes of many dynasties, the little bud of "eternal life" in Yun Changsheng's heart grew into a huge tree that blocked out the sky and completely obscured his once innocent heart.

Not only does he want to live forever, he also wants to play with people.

Anyway, God can't find him, so he can do a lot of things, right?

Human desires are endless, and human beings are controlled by desires, which have their hand in every aspect of history.

For example, the deception of a fake Taoist priest could trigger a war, kill more than 7,000 soldiers, and accelerate the demise of a dynasty.

He used this opportunity to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was only a few thousand undead souls away. The ants should become his stepping stones.