There is a huge chessboard erected in the Dongtu Huanwu Fairy Valley. This chessboard is tangible and intangible. There are many black and white chess pieces made of spiritual energy falling on it.
The white-headed immortal man of Yuqing held a short piece of bamboo in his hand and raised it a little in the air. A white stone appears on the chessboard.
The old drunkard sitting across from him couldn't help but frown slightly. He took a sip of the fairy brew and looked deep in thought.
"Go here!" Ye Canghai on the side offered advice to the old drunkard.
"Canghai, you are a true gentleman watching chess without speaking!" said the old drunkard.
"You are about to lose. You are still here to save face. Listen to me and go here." Ye Canghai pointed his finger and made a black mark for the old drunkard.
The immortal smiled and said: "Canghai, you can't regret your move after you've made it."
"Hey, wait a minute." Ye Canghai looked at the old drunkard, "You think I can't walk this way?"
The old drunkard took another sip of wine, nodded and said, "I think it will work."
The white-headed fairy smiled and took another short bamboo, and a white stone fell.
"Ouch." Ye Canghai slapped his thigh and shouted.
The old drunkard said: "I just said you can't take that step."
At this moment, there was a "click" and the short bamboo in the old immortal's hand broke. Only a thin bamboo thread was left connecting the two broken bamboo sections, which prevented the broken half from falling.
The white-headed immortal's face, which had always been calm, turned out to be extremely solemn at this moment.
Ye Canghai also frowned slightly, "Didn't the little bastard survive this death disaster?"
The white-headed immortal stared at the broken bamboo for a long time and sighed, "The way of heaven is ruthless. If the bamboo is broken, the body will die."
"Will the person you chose, old bastard, be a short-lived ghost?"
The old drunkard said: "Hey, who is born in heaven and earth, who can truly escape from the way of heaven?"
Ye Canghai said angrily: "Tiandao is bullshit!"
The old drunkard said: "Then why don't you use the pre-soul beads to figure out where Azu is now? Yi Tianxing is more courageous than you."
"Yi Tianxing, that tortoise grandson doesn't know anything! Using pre-soul abacus, what if he is entangled by the law of heaven and causes my wife to die again?"
"So, even you, Xiaoyao Immortal Lord, are afraid of the way of heaven. How can others escape the cause and effect of heaven?"
"I'm not afraid of that bullshit, I'm afraid that I won't have a wife." Ye Canghai retorted. He pointed at the broken bamboo in Xian Weng's hand and said, "Isn't there still a thin thread connecting it? I don't think the little bastard will die."
The white-headed immortal coughed a few times. "He is dead."
"It's so dead! The person chosen by your old god died like this? Don't those two thin threads represent a glimmer of life?"
The old god slowly shook his head, "This is not a glimmer of hope for immortality, but a glimmer of hope for resurrection."
"Resurrection from the dead?" Ye Canghai's eyes finally changed. Just now, he only thought that the immortal was playing tricks. But he didn't expect that Pei Feng was really dead. He sighed: "Oh, bullshit God has killed another genius."
There are indeed ways to live and die in this world, but to achieve that kind of destiny is simply harder than climbing to heaven.
During the war between immortals and demons, the physical bodies of Xiaoyao Xianzun and Azuzun Zun were both destroyed. Azu Immortal Lord could only be reincarnated. If it weren't for the white-headed immortal who reshaped Ye Canghai into an immortal body, he would have been reincarnated. The two immortals couldn't come back from the dead, let alone Pei Feng, a small Taoist monk?
"Amitabha..." The old drunkard put down his wine bottle and actually clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. "I didn't expect that the first fallen 'savior' would be Pei Feng chosen by the old god."
Savior!
This is the highest level and most core secret in the world of cultivation.
The world is about to be destroyed, and only the top forces in the world of cultivation know this secret. As early as countless years ago, there were cultivators who peered into the way of heaven and saw that this disaster was inevitable, and that human beings would be the only hope of salvation in this disaster.
Because many cultivators have calculated that a savior will be born among mankind during this calamity. But no one knows who this savior is. Therefore, major forces have chosen to cultivate geniuses among humans.
This is the deepest truth in the world of cultivation.
The Bald Immortal chose his descendant, Pei Feng.
The Unbounded Golden Buddha in Wanfo Mountain chose the Holy Son of Nine Lotus, Chen Yuan.
In line with the principle of not putting all eggs in one basket, Wuya Golden Buddha chose Qin Yue, the person with the most extraordinary pulse in the world and the body of the Double Ninth Festival.
In addition, the top experts in ancient times also had backup plans for this calamity.
For example, Feng Zu used a drop of his own blood to transform into a human boy named Xiao Li. It was obvious that Xiao Li was Fengzu's backup plan for this calamity.
At this time, the immortal said: "Actually, Pei Feng is not my choice. The blood of the Beihai Celestial Demon Clan flows in our Divine Clan. I think the Celestial Clan should have been created by a Celestial Demon God."
The old drunkard said: "The Beihai Sky Demon God ascended in ancient times. Before his ascension, he created a tribe of gods and allowed this tribe to carry his bloodline and reproduce for tens of thousands of years. This is indeed a way to preserve the bloodline. "
The immortal nodded slightly: "Fengzu let a drop of blood float in the world for tens of thousands of years. The demon god chose this method to continue his bloodline. In the end, Pei Feng's biological mother combined with a mortal to give birth to him, and his body was filled with blood. With more human blood.”
"That's it." Ye Canghai said: "So Pei Feng is the savior chosen by the Demon God. But, even if he has half human blood, he can't be considered a real human being, right?"
The Bald-Headed Immortal was silent for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Pei Feng, like Xiao Li, is not a pure human being. It's just that no one can be sure whether the savior in the prophecy can be a human being with impure blood like them. "
Ye Canghai completely understood the cause and effect, "So in order to bring the blood of their descendants closer to humans, those powerful foreigners in ancient times used their own methods to imprint themselves in the way of heaven."
"Officially."
After the immortal told the truth, he looked older and older.
"Now it seems that it is impossible for a savior to emerge from my tribe of gods. I am not one, and neither is Pei Feng. Perhaps the back-up force left behind by the mighty powers of the Celestial Demon Clan and the Divine Beast Clan is just to assist the human savior. This is the way of heaven that I can’t even see through.”
"Who will be that savior?" Ye Canghai muttered to himself, "Immortal, who is the person chosen by the Northern Holy Palace?"
The white-headed immortal shook his head.
"can not say?"
"I don't know!"
"The Holy Land of Cultivation in the North has not chosen a savior yet." Wu Ya interjected, "I met the Holy Palace Snow Emperor once before about this matter."
"Did you go to see that woman?"
"Snow Emperor said that after the worship of immortals and demons, the Holy Land of Cultivation will hold a grand competition and invite monks from all over the world to participate. At that time, she will choose a savior."
"Dabi? That old woman can only do nonsense!" Ye Canghai looked at the immortal again, "Old immortal, do you really don't know who is the real savior?"
"I really don't know." Xian Weng paused and said, "But I know that Azu should also be the chosen savior."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Canghai was stunned.
The immortal said: "Azu is responsible for the road of reincarnation. In the long history, she has experienced hundreds of reincarnations. This must be a way for a certain peak powerhouse in ancient times to preserve his bloodline, right?"
"What you mean is that there are aliens who have preserved their bloodline through Azu through the method of reincarnation?"
"It should be like this. But the reincarnation path left in Azu is too strong, and I can't pry into the truth. Now it is her last life. Who do you think she will be the chosen savior?"
"The Tao of Reincarnation...the Divine Beast Tribe...reincarnation for hundreds of generations? Is it the Dragon Ancestor?"
The immortal nodded slightly, "As expected, Azu should have the blood of the Dragon Ancestor. Ye Xiaoyao, in order to escape the disputes in this world, you changed your name to Ye Canghai. But you can't escape in the end. Azu Your destiny in the last life is to fight against the great calamity. Can you still stand by and watch?"
"Me! I..." Ye Canghai looked in pain!
He just wanted to find his wife's last life and live a comfortable life with her for a few days without any worries. He was a majestic immortal emperor, but he couldn't even realize such a simple wish. How could he not be heartbroken!
The immortal man continued: "Canghai, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. The elixir has kept me alive from ancient times to today, and it has reached its limit. Even an immortal cannot completely escape the way of heaven, and my dying body cannot save me from the catastrophe." After I tried my best, I placed all my hopes on Pei Feng. Unexpectedly, this child left before me."
"He is a good boy." Ye Canghai commented. "It's just bullshit that God only kills good kids."
"That's all..." The Bald-headed Immortal sighed. He looked at the two cultivators in front of him with burning eyes, and a ray of death appeared on his body unconsciously.
"Old Immortal. This can't be done!" The Wuya Golden Buddha immediately shrouded the body of the white-headed immortal with a ball of golden light, removing the death energy from the immortal's body.
"Hey, why bother to disobey the law of heaven again? My lifespan has long since expired. What else can this handful of old bones do for the people of the world?"
These are all top-level figures in the world of cultivation. If they don't want to die, even Heavenly Dao can't do anything to them for the time being, but if they don't want to live, Heavenly Dao will naturally not be stingy in accepting people.
"Old god, why are you doing this? It's better to die than to live. Besides, haven't those two filaments not been broken yet? Maybe Pei Feng can come back to life? Old drunkard, is there any way to make people come back to life? I Go ahead and do it, as long as it doesn’t involve my wife, I’m not afraid of bullshit.”
Wuya Golden Buddha said: "Among the three great magical medicines in the world, only Turtle Tuo Immortal has the effect of life and death. But it is not easy to find it. Even if you find it, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it."
"Why can't you catch it?" Ye Canghai didn't care about anything. He had only heard the name of this magical medicine, but he really didn't understand it very well.
The immortal man continued: "It is an innate magic medicine. It has perfected the three great laws of space, time and life since its birth. It can travel through time and space, and travel between history and the future. Therefore, no one can catch it. "
"Is there such a strange thing in this world? Immortal man, have you ever seen this medicine?"
The white-headed immortal finally had a smile, "As people live longer, they will naturally see more things. The magic medicine Turtle Tuo Immortal is formed by the aura of heaven and earth condensed when the chaos first opened. This medicine has the most yang properties, Born towards the yin.”
A look of reverence appeared on the white-headed immortal's face. "That is a magical medicine that can truly resurrect human flesh and white bones and improve cultivation. In the long years, I was lucky enough to see it once. It smelled the strong medicinal properties here, stayed in the valley for a few days, and gave me instructions on the art of refining medicine. It was only with its guidance that I refined the longevity elixir."
"Oh, that's it! So you can be regarded as the disciple of a magical medicine. No wonder you live so long... If you can find this medicine, then there is still a glimmer of hope for this kid."
The old immortal sighed: "Hey, where can I find it? From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many cultivators want to get this magical medicine, but they have never seen even a trace of the magical medicine. The magical medicine is not something that mortals can get their hands on. That's too much It’s ethereal.”
"You can't figure it out?"
"How can a magical medicine outside of heaven be counted!"
