Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

The strong man thought that if he judged correctly, the other party's positioning tracking would only be effective after he left the cave.

After all, the laws here are chaotic, and almost any method is difficult to work.

So on the ninth day, the strong man, dressed like a fat man, left the cave through the main entrance.

After walking out of the cave for a while, a figure appeared in front of him.

Under the not-so-warm sunshine, the strong man stopped and squinted his eyes to take a closer look.

as predicted.

Chen Ze was looking at him.

The next moment, the other party is right in front of you.

The strong man didn't hesitate and took his finger off the loose fuse.

boom! ! !

Fifty kilograms of TNT collided to create extreme light and heat, and the fireball expanded in an instant and completely swallowed up the entire hillside.

Under the cover of the loud noise, countless extraordinary relics buried here in advance exploded, causing most of Zhongnan Mountain to collapse.

in the cave.

Rubbles fell like rain, and the rumbling vibrations were heard endlessly. Although there was a lot of shaking in the cave, there was no tendency of collapse.

The chaotic laws nearby are not only a fatal threat, but also the best protective cover to offset external forces.

In a certain sleeping cabin.

Boom!

Auntie banged her head on the glass ceiling, and the memories went through her mind quickly.

I am the master of Xuanhu Palace.

The enemy has been trapped in the trap, now is the best time to take advantage of the chaos and escape!

At this moment, she didn't care about taking anything. She violently tore open the drainage tube on her body, and without even having time to stop the bleeding, she took three steps at a time and walked towards the trail.

It was just a sudden violent shaking that forced her to stop.

How can it be? !

The aunt was puzzled. She didn’t think that this carefully prepared shelter could withstand the impact.

But she soon learned that the strongest fortresses often crumble from within.

There was a loud noise behind him, and then countless ghost-like illusory figures burst out like a volcanic eruption, until they filled the entire cave.

A familiar figure fell in front of Auntie. It was Long Zixiaofeng who had been working with him for many years.

It looked extremely miserable, its wings were broken in half, its feathers were smeared with dirty blood, its lower body was almost twisted 360 degrees, its face was dejected, and it opened its mouth but could not speak.

The green dragon-like negative body is attached to it, but it is like a scrawled picture, lifeless.

The aunt coughed and covered her mouth and stood still. The lime was falling like raindrops, making it difficult to see in the cave as if it was filled with fog.

Even the two dragons fell out.

It seems that the rift space has completely collapsed, but they are not dead, so to speak

As her eyes swept, Auntie quickly saw what she least wanted to see in the gray mist, the difficult Taoist priest who didn't know his roots.

He has completely assimilated with the obsessions of a large number of sentient beings, forming an existence similar to the palace master.

Therefore, just like magnetic poles attracting each other, it only takes one glance to lock the aunt attached to the palace master's true form.

The aunt took half a step back in shock, and immediately leaned against someone with her back.

Turn around and look up.

Chen Ze looked down at her.

At the same time, the shadow of the Taoist priest also turned into a beam of light and was projected towards him. Together with the real dragon essence collected in his sleeves, it was forcibly attracted and was about to sink into Chen Ze's body.

"Do not--"

Halfway through, the Taoist priest revealed his true form, his expression full of horror, fear, and unwillingness carved into his bones.

But then, upon contact, he suddenly understood.

He himself also has an obsession.

Just like the series of bizarre dramas in the pavilion originated from the scholar's imagination, the scholar originated from the Taoist priest's physical and spiritual enlightenment, and the same is true for the Taoist priest himself.

It was just an obsession to become an immortal that originated from Chen Ze, was separated, and followed Kong Feihong into the rift to capture Long Zi.

That's why he was able to blend into the obsessions of all sentient beings.

It turns out that more than 300 years of road construction were in vain.

Before dissipating, the Taoist priest looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had been liberated. He put his hands behind his hands and held his head high, his robes were hunting, and his demeanor returned to aloofness.

puff.

With a soft sound, he disappeared like a puff of smoke and returned to Chen Ze's divinity.

The same was true for the seriously injured Chaofeng and Fuxi, who were photographed from the air by Chen Ze. Even Pulao, who was buried in rubble like a big stone, was not spared.

At this point, the three dragon sons have returned to their command.

The dragon gave birth to nine sons, and Chen Ze already had eight of them, enough to follow the footsteps of the real dragon and cross into the outer world.

Watching this harvesting scene, Auntie finally figured out the whole truth of the matter.

From beginning to end, the real initiator of all the sudden changes and all the plans is the person in front of me!

He destroyed the rift space and took everything he wanted!

The aunt, or the palace master, finally relived the feeling of fear and powerlessness after an unknown number of years, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

And Chen Ze was looking at her.

In an instant, the massive obsessions that filled the cave trembled like crazy, and then exploded.

In a secret camp far away from Zhongnan Mountain.

Familiar sleeping cabin, familiar

Boom!

The middle-aged man, who was sleeping in his clothes, had a peaceful face, and was wearing a robe and had an air of immortality, bumped his head against the glass roof.

The next step is to open his eyes, restore his memory, remove the catheter, and step out of the sleep chamber.

The middle-aged man named He Ping was originally a high-ranking person in Xuanhu Palace. He was mainly responsible for secret human experiments and identifying suitable "materials". Wang Weide, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease, was one of his numerous victims.

But this is a thing of the past.

The significance of He Ping's being a spare body has been perfectly realized.

It was the Palace Master who had just ignited the obsession of all living beings in Zhongnan Mountain. As a being who wished to be reincarnated, he survived the chaos by relying on his natural affinity for the law, and escaped here regardless of the distance.

The golden cicada escapes its shell.

The palace owner sneered and destroyed all traces, and escaped smoothly according to the plan prepared in advance. From then on, the sea is wide for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly.

Relying on the innate magical power brought by faith in the gods, the palace master easily won over people's hearts, and soon gathered a new team to rebuild the Xuanhu Palace.

Fifty years later, Xuanhu Palace came back with a big banner.

After ten years of fierce fighting, he led Xuanhu Palace to narrowly defeat Hanzi. At the Yinxianhui headquarters, he dried the doctor's body with his own hands, dried it, made it into a specimen, pickled it into salted fish, chopped it into pieces and fed it to the cat, crushed his bones and raised ashes.

After the Yinxian Society was destroyed, Xuanhu Palace reached its peak, and even became the overlord in a grand manner.

But the palace master's life was about to end again. Finally, before he was dying, he sacrificed hundreds of millions of souls at the old site of Zhongnan Mountain to restart the battle of the past, and repaired the cracked space for his reincarnation.

The obsessions of all living beings who had been away for a long time gathered together. The old palace master looked up, but there was an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

At this moment again, a new reincarnation is about to begin.

Stumbling, he lived another life.

But what about immortals?

He is a god who was reincarnated out of his obsession to seek immortality, and pursuing the path of immortality is an instinct engraved in his roots.

Just like a paramecium cannot go against its instinct to wave its flagellum, the owner of the Xuanhu Palace, who is countless times more advanced, is no exception.

Therefore, he has been desperately searching for immortal traces in every life, taking everything he can find as his own.

He does not consider any consequences of eradicating dissidents, occupying magpie's nests, or killing innocent people indiscriminately.

He doesn't care.

His values ​​​​are very pure and simple, that is, seeking immortality.

"Immortal? What is an immortal?" He murmured in a low voice, then asked and answered himself,

"I am the god of incense and fire, can I be called an immortal?"

Then he shook his head in denial and said,

"No. A short life will lead to a loss of life, and you will not live as long as a sparrow hawk. How can you still be called an immortal?"

"Then what is an immortal?"

“Omniscient, omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent.”

"No, in that case no one in the world can be called a god."

"How about that's more than ordinary people?"

"For example, in those restricted areas, the remaining gods defeated the Buddhas?"

"How can we care about people who are just living on their last breath? How can they be called immortals?"

"Where is the true immortal?"

"Where?"

"In the outer world."

The palace owner raised his head and looked at the space crack that was gradually opening in front of him.

In today's world, where else can we find true immortals except outside and within heaven?

But he was created by the immortals who hid in front of the outer world. He can go anywhere in the world, but this outer world is so close in front of him, but it is difficult to pass even half a step.

The missing day at birth is not an honest mistake, but an intentional mistake on the part of the Creator.

Deliberately leaving flaws and failing to achieve perfection, he can be put in shackles, restricted in his movements, and left obediently in the rolling world to find the true immortal that he will never see.

But this day, the outer sky was so close that it was easy to hang him.

In this way, he could stay and wipe the butts of the real owners of Xuanhu Palace, watch over the current world for them, and leave a way out.

Just like an old mule who is tireless and always high-pitched, he knows that he will never be able to eat the meat buns in front of him, but he can't stop working in vain.

Therefore, he has been a tragedy since his birth. The meaning of his existence is that he can never reach his goal.

Looking for immortals.

He also thought that it would be over once and for all, but the obsession that created the origin could not be disobeyed.

Cruel?

The immortals won't care.

The eternal cycle of reincarnation never ends.

So the palace owner had no choice but to step forward helplessly once again, plunge into the rift in space, and plunge into the tragic turbulence of fate.

The recasting of obsession is like reborn, completely replacing his components. Sometimes he will be happy. If this means that a past him dies and disappears, then it can be regarded as real relief.

Just for a moment, he saw a face that he would never forget.

At the end of this life.

Chen Ze looked at him.

next life.

After recovering his memory, the palace owner frantically searched for all traces of that man.

who is he!

How did he appear!

He. What on earth is he!

Is he human?

What's his name?

Scholars are all called Chen Ze. Taoist priests also have the same name, so he should also be called Chen Ze.

Just looking for it, the palace master still made the same mistakes, tirelessly taking care of the world for his creators, collecting extraordinary things, and monitoring the energy of heaven and earth.

After decades of boring life, it was time for reincarnation.

He took one step at a time, carefully, and kept his movements as slow as possible. Everything went smoothly.

But the moment before his consciousness disappeared, that person still appeared in front of him.

Chen Ze looked at him.

The third life.

The palace owner devoted all his energy to searching for Chen Ze.

It had been a hundred years since he met Chen Ze.

A mere hundred years.

He couldn't find any trace of his past, as if that man had never existed in the world. So he began to draw portraits, use big data, spread out his people, and used all means to find similar people.

Just a few decades passed by in a blink of an eye, and his life span came to an end again.

The process of reincarnation was extremely painful, but he tried his best to keep his consciousness clear and feel every bit of pain.

Finally, at the last moment, the man came out of nowhere.

Chen Ze looked at him.

The fourth life.

The palace owner realized his weakness and began to expand his power in pursuit of world domination.

But there wasn't enough time.

On his deathbed.

Chen Ze looked at him.

The fifth life.

The palace owner couldn't wait any longer and chose to take a shortcut.

As a result, nuclear war broke out and governments collapsed.

Unfortunately, he went too far.

Xuanhu Palace is gone too.

Fortunately, the crack space used for reincarnation still existed, so he threw himself into it and closed his eyes.

In total darkness.

Chen Ze looked at him.

Sixth life.

The palace owner has been living in a snail's nest for decades. His life is about to end, and he is about to die in depression. Finally, driven by instinct, he throws himself into the rift.

Chen Ze looked at him.

The tenth life.

The palace owner, who had been depressed for several lifetimes, cheered up.

He got it.

As long as the world is completely destroyed, that person will not be spared no matter where he is hiding.

It's a pity that the palace owner has not managed any business in several lifetimes, so the palace owner is weak and alone, lobbying the new countries and sowing discord. As a result, he was assassinated at the first stop.

A ray of obsession escaped and fell into the crack.

Chen Ze looked at him.

Thirtieth life.

The earth is desolate and all living things are extinct.

The palace owner plunged into reincarnation happily.

then.

Chen Ze looked at him.

Thirty-first life.

As soon as the palace owner woke up, he curled up, lay on his side, hugged his knees, lowered his head, and shut himself up.

Chen Ze looked at him.

For countless years after that, the palace owner was indifferent and lived beside the crack in a daze, constantly reincarnating and reincarnating driven by instinct.

The earth has become colder and hotter, hotter and bluer, and bluer and greener.

Thousands of races have been reborn and extinct several times, endless reincarnations.

And Chen Ze looked at him.

Chen Ze looked at him.

Chen Ze looked at him.

Chen Ze is always watching him.

The palace master's thoughts became more and more confusing, and he saw countless lives in a trance, which seemed to be his previous life.

The Taoist priests meditate desperately, spring passes and autumn comes, regardless of cold, heat, wind or rain.

The emperor worked hard to refine the elixir. When the medicinal materials were used up, ministers were used, and when outsiders were used up, family members were used.

Wealthy businessmen desperately purchased rare treasures and hired masters to follow the rituals and precepts.

Three religions, nine streams, seventy-two lines, people of all kinds, countless people are pursuing and exploring that elusive destination.

Fairy.

Until the Taoist priest was about to fly away, the emperor's alchemy furnace emitted golden light, and the wealthy businessman returned to his old age. But there was only one person in front of him.

Chen Ze looked at them and everyone.

"No----"

Everyone went crazy and screamed,

"who are you!"

"who are you!!"

"Who is it?!!!"

".who is it!"

On the oilcloth, the young man suddenly stood up, and the half-eaten watermelon in his arms fell to the ground.

The other hand was holding the phone tightly.

Subconsciously holding it in front of my eyes, facial recognition automatically unlocked, revealing the half-read news interface.

"It has been more than forty-nine days since Kong Feihong, a doctoral supervisor at xx University, has been missing. The school has revealed the latest news."

look up.

Chen Ze looked at him from the opposite side.

Huang Liang Yi Meng?

It turned out that from beginning to end, I had never left this melon stall.

The reincarnations of billions of lives are still vivid in my mind, but in a daze, they are drifting farther and farther away like a paper boat in a stream, leaving an indescribable emptiness filling my heart.

"you you you."

There was a haggard gray look on his face, his face was sad, and with a trembling voice, he asked almost pleadingly,

"Who the hell are you?"

Chen Ze said nothing and still looked at him.

Suddenly, the young man turned his head and saw his countless past lives, countless futures, or countless obsessions that created the root.

There are countless men, women, and children with different identities, and they do all kinds of strange things.

But all because of one obsession - to find immortals.

Chen Ze looked at them.

As a result, the cultivation of Taoism soared to perfection, the wealthy businessmen stroked their beards with satisfaction and smiled, and the emperor, holding the golden elixir in his hand, was finally relieved.

This relief spread throughout all sentient beings' obsessions in an instant, causing them to dissipate one after another like light smoke.

Why did the obsession dissipate?

Obsession, obsession, wanting something but not getting it, thinking about it day and night, so this is obsession.

Now that the obsession is satisfied, it naturally dissipates.

Why be satisfied?

"Haha." The palace master felt the rapid passage of power in his body, but a sudden smile appeared on his face.

He finally understood why the Taoist obsession that was absorbed by Chen Ze looked up to the sky and laughed before disappearing.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

The Palace Master looked up to the sky and smiled, and it was not enough to shed two lines of tears. He did not stop until his throat was sweet and dry.

What is an immortal?

His true nature is the obsession of seeking immortality, and he is naturally the most qualified ruler in the world for weighing.

Looking for immortals, aren’t they the ones who can help those who seek immortals achieve liberation and transcendence?

Isn’t he a fairy?

What is an immortal?

Searching for immortals for hundreds of lives, where are they?

The answer is self-evident.

Unconsciously, his body was as illusive as a bubble, and he turned his head to look in all directions.

Empty.

Only a bright moon shines above my head.

Time has passed.

It was exactly fifty days since Kong Feihong first entered the mountain.

The great road is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people are one of them.

At the beginning, the real cultivator of Xuanhu Palace deliberately spent seven, seven and forty-nine days to create this imperfect and obsessive god.

Now Chen Ze will fill in the missing "one" for him.

No wonder. It turns out that this reincarnation has been repeated for forty-nine days.

The surrounding obsessions have been released from the cycle, the true meaning has been realized, and freedom has dissipated.

Only this last trace of him is left.

What are you waiting for?

The body is dissipating and life is passing away.

Before his life was about to reach the real end, he showed a relieved and relaxed look for the first and last time.

The weighing heart that has carried hundreds of reincarnations can be so excited and unable to bear this moment.

Turn around.

Chen Ze was still looking at him, but for the first time he made an extra move.

Chen Ze stretched out his hand.

thump.

He knelt in front of Chen Ze, his legs turned invisible as they touched the ground, and his lower body became empty in an instant.

The remaining half of the body has become transparent, and the smoke slowly floats away with the remaining body.

Before Chen Ze's hand could touch it, all he could see was his face.

However, just like the billions of reincarnations in the previous illusion, it is the last moment before infinite division and critical point.

Chen Ze touched him.

It feels like touching the empty space, but the slight smoke remaining in the air highlights the light and shadow under the moonlight, and the lines outline the facial features. It is vaguely like seeing a hazy face, and the lips seem to be moving slightly,

"Xian"

The voice gradually became as thin as a mosquito's whisper, and then became so low that it was almost imperceptible. The face that was still confused immediately disappeared into the air. In the end, there was only a thin curve that curved up and up, like a simple smile, like a wave with a slight wave. ups and downs.

But without hearing any sound, Qinghui, who treated everyone equally, ruthlessly smoothed out these wrinkles.

The surrounding fields returned to silence.

Chen Ze was silent, but suddenly he heard a very light and thin whisper, passing through his ears like an echo,

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

(End of this volume) (End of this chapter)