In the mountain ice cave.
The graceful ancestral saint looked at the motionless figure in white robes, as if turned into stone, and she concentrated on protecting him.
Lord Qingxiu was sitting beside him, bored.
At this time, Zhao Fan's consciousness had already entered a derivative reincarnation.
as a baby.
He had no ability to make his own choices, so he was taken away by his great-uncle as always.
Arrived at the mountain gate.
I was influenced by my ears and eyes, and gradually became wise. My uncle and grandpa guided, educated and preached step by step...
The days passed.
Finally, my uncle handed Zhao Fan a photo with a serious expression and asked him to go down the mountain to Jiangbei University to find his fiancée.
"Uncle, I'm not going."
Zhao Fan smiled and shook his head.
However, after being beaten and scolded by his uncle, he still went down the mountain in despair.
But he did not go to Jiangbei.
Instead, he randomly picked a city and started his career as a wandering heavenly master.
Made a series of friends.
Then one day, he was discovered by the martial arts master sent by the Zhao family.
Due to lack of strength, he was captured back to the underground city, put on trial, and eventually died at the hands of Han Ruyi from the Divine Machine Sect.
…
The moment he fell, it was like a basin of cold water pouring on Zhao Fan's consciousness, and he woke up instantly.
"..."
Zhao Fan smiled bitterly.
In this derived reincarnation, his consciousness can decide which way to go when he has the initiative to choose every step, but it can only determine the direction and cannot give himself an advantage in the reincarnation based on his own background.
But the direction of destiny is based on the conditions and environment at that time.
"This simulation is kind of interesting."
Zhao Fan immediately changed his position and once again touched the mountain ice through his consciousness.
Falling into a new reincarnation again.
This time, he didn't wait for his great-uncle to get the photo. When he was seven years old, he sneaked down the mountain and left without saying goodbye.
And I have not learned anything from the lineage of the Great Creation Heavenly Master, but my body is stronger than ordinary people.
Zhao Fan first begged for two years. Later, he was adopted by a kind-hearted couple and sent to school. His body was abnormal and he became a sports student.
A few years later, he was standing on the field of the World Series.
Sprinting, long-distance running, high jump, long jump...
Won more than a dozen gold medals in a row!
For a time, he became a hot superstar.
This also allowed a force in the Hidden Sect to discover his talent and take it under his wing.
Among the Hidden Sect forces, Zhao Fan's qualifications were clearly demonstrated and he gradually became the chief disciple.
The battle for hegemony begins.
Among them, Zhao Fan came into contact with Chen Chuner, Su Xi, and Fairy Xiyan, and sparks of love arose.
Zhao Fan ranked first in points and became the king!
But after coming out, on the way back, he was ambushed by evil spirits.
When Zhao Fan was assassinated and about to lose consciousness, the murderer took off his mask and it turned out to be Lin Qianqian.
It turned out that Lin Qianqian survived after being hit by a head-dropping weapon. She was discovered and taken away by an evil master. Using the head-dropping as a foundation, she became the evil daughter of heaven...
"!!!"
Zhao Fan's consciousness was brought back to reality, "Different choices, different lives, but even if he worshiped the Hidden Sect, he was crowned king among the younger generation by virtue of being the first in points. His fate and reality came to the same position, but he died young. Already..."
Next.
Zhao Fan kept changing his position, constantly experiencing the fate of different choices at each step.
In the human world, ninety-seven active choices were made, but only two times, he successfully rose to the divine realm and ascended to the Yuan Realm.
Starting from the Yuanjie, there are more opportunities to take the initiative to choose.
Zhao Fan tried all options that were different from the actual direction.
And this experience is becoming more and more addictive.
Before I knew it, ten thousand years had passed.
Zhao Fan stood up without finishing his thoughts, looked at the ancestor saint Wu Ruo, and said with mixed feelings: "Sister Wu Ruo, let you experience it, I will protect the law."
"Okay." The Graceful Ancestor Saint looked at the other party's reaction and then began to experience it expectantly.
Ancestor Qing Xiu smiled at Zhao Fan and said, "Brother Zaixuan, have you experienced any extraordinary situation?"
"Um……"
Zhao Fan nodded. He laughed off most of the experiences, but there were only three times that made Zhao Fan's thoughts confused.
And those three different fate trajectories all became the ultimate Saint Ancestor. However, the intersection of cause and effect in the Epoch of the Epoch, none of them could protect them. They all went to the Saint City of the Ancestor alone, and over time, the rules of the art were established. Only then did he break through and become the ancestral saint.
"How many times have you experienced restarting?" Qingxiu Ancestor asked curiously.
"More than 900 million times." Zhao Fan spread his hands and said, "After all, one choice can lead to new and different choices later. I have tried almost all the forks and the forks within the forks... without missing a beat. pass."
"ruthless!"
Ancestor Qingxiu said with admiration: "There are 900 million destiny trajectories. Even if you put them in the ultimate kingdom, there are not many that can surpass you."
"Haha, it's my first time to come into contact with this magical substance called mountain ice. I'm a little addicted." Zhao Fan took a deep breath and smiled: "After all the experiences, I realized that the trajectory of fate in reality is the only one that is consistent from beginning to end. Correct, even if you make a desperate and risky choice, you may not avoid the pit in front of you, but you will avoid the bigger pit in the future.”
"Alas..." Ancestor Qingxiu sighed, shook his head and said, "Because you are the contemporary ancestor of the realm of time and space, so there are no irreparable regrets. But I am different. Once I When I experienced the mountain ice, I really wanted to replace the real destiny path with the destiny path that changed a certain choice."
"Ah?" Zhao Fan asked dumbfounded: "Want to replace it with a derived reincarnation?"
"Yes." Lord Qingxiu said expectantly: "But my contribution is not enough, far behind."
"What?!" Zhao Fan was a little dumbfounded. At first he thought the other party was just making assumptions, but now that he meant it, it seemed that he could really change the trajectory of his destiny?
"If you contribute enough, you can apply for a reincarnation stone from the Council of Elders." Qingxiu Ancestor introduced: "The reincarnation stone is a source material extracted from mountain ice. By passing it, the mountain ice can be transformed The destiny trajectory selected during the experience replaces the real destiny trajectory, and at the same time, the key intersection of the fall is returned... However, it must be ensured that the replacement trajectory can also become the ultimate saint ancestor, otherwise it will directly fall."
Immediately, he added: "When replacing, the chosen fate trajectory must be made after another choice, and then through subsequent choices, the fate trajectory will be circled back to a position that overlaps with reality. That is the safest way."
"What is your regret?" Zhao Fan asked doubtfully.
"My Taoist companions and the disciples I admire most all died because of my one choice." Qingxiu Ancestor said with a painful expression: "It wasn't until I came into contact with the mountain ice that I discovered that another kind of person at the same time Not only does the choice make no difference to me, it can also save the lives of two people."
"Then if you welcome me, does it count as earning a contribution?" Zhao Fan asked again.
"Yes." Lord Qingxiu nodded.
