Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 459: End of the Participation in the Corpse Reincarnation of the Immortal. I Don't Know How High the Sky Is (5k, monthly ticket requested!)

Yu Ke watched the fallen leaves in Mr. San's hands slowly drift away.

However, it changed from withered yellow to a emerald green.

Mr. San gradually changed from a middle-aged man to an old man.

Yu Ke learned from Xie Guan's memory that in the image of a generation of old people in Bian Jing, Mr. San seemed to be like this.

She never ages. Even her clothes are a plain moon-colored robe of the same style.

Mr. Si grew from a young boy to an old man.

Mr. Er has become middle-aged.

Everyone's appearance is changing, but Mr. Wei Yousan seems to have been wearing the same white clothes since he entered Bianjing City in his thirties.

Mr. San suddenly became old and frail, and his gentle and jade-like temperament was gone.

He became old. His facial features, which were once extraordinary, now looked old and frail, like an ordinary old man.

Mr. San smiled and said, "Watch the time and the flowers bloom, watch the green leaves and wither!"

"For a mortal to try to observe the universe of millions of years with a vision of one day is indeed like a frog in a well, but to see the short life of other things is a gift from creation."

Mr. San's voice was no longer clear, but had the hoarseness typical of an old man.

He spread out his palms that looked like dead branches, letting the green leaves that had regained their vitality float away: "A mayfly sees the blue sky, even if it is only for a moment, but it can see the world."

Yu Ke stretched out his hand, and the emerald green sycamore leaf fell into his palm.

Yu Ke finally understood that the fate of this Mr. San in front of him was actually related to the illusory "time"!
Mr. San suddenly smiled, the corners of his dry mouth twitched, revealing his white bones: "I used to suspect that this world was just a big dream of some unspeakable existence."

He looked down at his hands, which were gradually becoming transparent, and said, "Now I know."

"I am, therefore I am."

Before he finished speaking, his body withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Confucian robe that originally fit him well became empty, the flesh and blood melted away, the hair and beard fell off, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a pile of dry bones sitting cross-legged!

Yu Ke clenched the fallen leaf in his hand, which was turning green against the season, and looked at Mr. San who was about to disappear: "Is it worth it?"

The skeleton's jaw opened and closed, and it let out a hoarse laugh: "Mere mortals have no right to make moves on this chessboard."

"Chen Xian. I'm so lucky!"

The empty eye sockets looked up at the sky: "Master said that heaven and earth are not benevolent, and treat all things as straw dogs."

When the last trace of the spirit was about to dissipate, leaving behind a sentence

"But if the heavens were cruel and just stood by and watched everything, how could it have come to this?"

Say this!
The bronze tripod in Yu Ke's heart shook slightly, and the inscriptions on the tripod shone brightly, sparkling!
Words appeared on the cauldron.

1. Agree to the gift from Mr. San and get five years of "Yellow Millet Dream". (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future, and will leave a cause and effect.)
2. Refuse the gift from Mr. San. (Hint: It will have an impact on the future.)
3. End in-person participation. (2/3)

Yu Ke spread out his palms again, and the green leaves floated slightly.

"Watch the time as the flower blooms, watch the leaves as they wither and flourish."

"The Yellow Millet Dream!"

The fallen leaves suddenly ignited with green flames, transforming into a swaying illusory lamp!
Yu Ke understood the cause and effect behind the hint - Mr. San came here without saying a word about what he wanted, but he had already made the cause and effect clear.

He exhausted his lifespan and reversed the decline and prosperity. What did he want?
For this city of Bianjing!
For the thousands of people in the city!
The day when Bianjing City is broken will be the day when the ascension platform will be opened, and all living beings in the city will fall into purgatory on earth!
Yu Ke closed his eyes and said, "It seems hard to refuse, but also impossible to refuse."

This is a "dream of holding a lamp" in which one goes to death and uses one's own destiny to create five years of time beyond the years.

In the simulation just now, Mr. San had clearly used some secret method to kill "Xie Guan".

What kind of innate power is that? Yu Ke understood that the great masters in this world, who dominated the world, had created innate magical powers by fusing the Xuandan of martial arts with the Yangshen, which were comparable to the "first-class Taoist magic" in his original world.

And Mr. San's innate power, which was condensed over the years, can be called a "first-class immortal art"!
Of course, this is just the speculation of an outer disciple of the Shenxiao Sect. After all, Yu Ke himself has not yet established the foundation of Taoism.

It's a pity that this world lacks the spiritual energy to nourish the body and soul. Even if one has extraordinary talent, it is difficult to make further progress.

Yu Ke made his choice without hesitation.

1. Agree to the gift from Mr. San and get five years of "Yellow Millet Dream". (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future, and will leave a cause and effect.)
Yu Ke glanced at the courtyard and saw that the sycamore tree was still lush and green.

Then, end [personal participation].

Yu Ke left this place again. He did not feel dizzy, but arrived at the sky in one step.

Standing above the nine heavens, towering in the air, overlooking the world.

The blood-red calamity energy has filled the entire world, especially gathering in the form of a vortex in Bianjing.

However, this world is filled with a bright and precious light, as if a pearl is about to emerge from the water, or a rough jade is waiting to be cut.

He had a vague premonition that as long as he successfully established the foundation in his world, the Kunxu Ding would awaken again.

Major upgrade completed!
This was also why he could not refuse the gift of "five years" from Mr. San.

He has to do it after this simulation is over.

With the accumulation of two lifetimes, a true foundation of Tao is established.

By then, the spiritual energy in the Kunxu world will burst forth, and the true golden age of cultivation will begin.

At this moment, Yu Ke was like standing on top of a giant tripod, with a miniature of mountains and rivers appearing in his palm.

The vast territory of thousands of miles is in sight, but there is still a large area of ​​fog covering the mountains and rivers. Only the Central Plains area is clearly visible, just like an unfinished map of Kyushu.

Where rivers rush, one can faintly hear the echo of the Tao rhythm when the world was first created.

Yu Ke looked up at the illusory sky in the Kunxu Ding again, and saw a web of stars. One after another, the stars seemed to follow some ancient law and were slowly moving.

He felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart, as if the stars were about to move, as if they were about to break free from the sky and turn into a shower of meteors and fire to pour down!
The stars are all over the sky, descending to earth!
Yu Ke lowered his eyes and looked again. Beneath these famous mountains and rivers, there was a faint golden and dazzling light, as if some precious treasure was buried deep within.

Every place exudes a unique atmosphere, and every spiritual vein exudes a unique Taoist charm, ready to go, just waiting to soar into the sky!

The sky and earth are rising, and I can’t wait!
"The world has turned upside down, but it will be rebuilt after the catastrophe..." Yu Ke muttered to himself, and suddenly he felt his consciousness lighten.

When he opened his eyes again, he had left the world in the cauldron and returned to the place of meditation of the Shenxiao Sect.

【Reincarnation of the Gods: Continued】

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Bian Jing Su Mansion.

Many people from the nine major surnames came to the prime minister's residence today.

They are all powerful people from the nine major surnames.

At noon, there were about forty or fifty people waiting in the back hall of the Su Mansion.

Although it was noon and the sun was shining brightly, as soon as I stepped into the Su Mansion, I felt a cold wind blowing, and even the carvings on the pillars exuded a chill.

None of the leaders of these aristocratic families paid any attention to this strange phenomenon. At this moment, Bianjing was surrounded on three sides - the bloody flags of the Red Eye Army were in the north, the iron cavalry of Changshengtian were stationed in the west, and the elite troops of the Great Sui Dynasty were approaching the east gate.

At this critical moment, Prime Minister Su suddenly claimed to be ill and did not attend the court, and the academy also closed its doors. The unusual behavior of these two pillars made the nine major families, who had always relied on power, suddenly lose their composure.

Now Prime Minister Su has summoned him to discuss the matter.

As long as Prime Minister Su and the Academy survive, even a mighty army would be unable to break into Bianjing.

As long as the academy's shocking formation is activated, all the villains in the world will die, and Bianjing will still be a paradise.

As for surrendering to another country.

In secret, these noble families had their own agenda. The Zhao family had been secretly colluding with the Changshengtian for a long time, and the Sima family had been flirting with the Sui Dynasty.

Even within the Red-Eyed Army, there was food and money secretly delivered by them.

The troubled times are coming, how could these aristocratic families that have existed for thousands of years not leave a way out for themselves?
Perhaps this prime minister who has been in charge of the government for a hundred years still has some amazing tricks up his sleeve to save the country from collapse?

If you stand on the wrong side at this moment, you will suffer in the end.

The nine major families dared not not come. Even the Xie family had several elders who were present today.

There were also several people from the Zhuge family, who had been having a lot of bad things recently.

These aristocratic families who usually call the shots are now holding their breath and not daring to act rashly.

Have they never seen clearly about this Prime Minister Su?

What does Su Jing want?
The nine major families had been waiting until the afternoon, but no one was impatient, or dared not show it.

Prime Minister Su has been in charge of the government and the people of Da Qi for too long, so long that they have become slaves.

It was a tremor that came from the bone marrow and blood, as if facing not the prime minister of the current dynasty, but some more ancient and terrifying existence.

At the highest point in the back hall, the rosewood armchair always hangs empty.

The Taotie pattern carved on the back of the chair was faintly visible in the twilight, like a giant mouth waiting to devour.

There was something indescribably strange about the Su Mansion today.

All of Prime Minister Su's sons who used to walk around the mansion were nowhere to be seen. The huge mansion was completely empty!
Several martial arts masters among the nine major surnames who had reached the third realm, and even a few people in the Xuandan realm, were secretly shocked - the entire prime minister's mansion was eerily empty, as if there was no one else except them.

However, since this was an order from Prime Minister Su, they did not dare to neglect it.

"Ta-ta."

Sudden footsteps came from outside the corridor, mixed with the sound of dripping liquid.

"Prime Minister Su is here!" Everyone was afraid to be careless and straightened their backs in their chairs.

“Da Da!”

The sound is getting closer.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Someone swallowed unconsciously, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end - it seemed that something terrifying was approaching from the depths of the back hall.

The atmosphere was eerie, and all the candles in the hall dimmed.

The door slammed shut!
In front of the empty throne, a vague shadow appeared without anyone noticing...

A familiar voice sounded, "Everyone is here!"

As the candlelight flickered, a ferocious demonic figure with three heads and six arms appeared on the wall of the central hall.

Sticky blood plasma was dripping from the monster's body, and a pair of bare feet were stepping on the ground.

The terrifying pressure rolled through the hall like a physical entity, and everyone was shocked to find that their true energy had solidified and they collapsed to the ground as if their bones and muscles had been pulled out.

It was a fear engraved deep in the blood, mixed with a strange piety.

The demonic shadow suddenly stretched out, and hundreds of scarlet tentacles broke through the air. Those wriggling blood vessels were densely covered with fine mouthparts, like a poisonous python entwining everyone in the room.

"what--"

A shrill scream.

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the air.

The exquisite Suzhou embroidery patterns on the window frames were instantly dyed red.

Then there was a creepy chewing sound.

After one stick of incense!
A sticky whisper rang out from the empty back hall: "Although we have swallowed up the essence of the nine major families from the Zhuge and Zhao families in advance, we have finally gathered the last portion."

The skeleton of the figure shrank and turned into a human figure again, but he was naked.

He pushed open the bloodstained hall door and walked out, whispering.

"When you were reincarnated, you always wanted it to be slow and long-lasting, but there is not so much time to waste."

The figure sneered sarcastically: "Forty-eight martial arts ninth realms, thirty-four Yangshen cultivators - let's see if this world can accommodate my gluttony!"

Su Mansion, outside the door!
Su Yun returned hurriedly with a group of servants.

Today, his grandfather suddenly ordered him to go to Qingliang Temple to pray for blessings, but unfortunately his two horses died suddenly on the way, so he had to turn back.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion, the boy noticed something strange. The usually strict guards were no longer on duty.

Su Yun walked in quickly, and the three personal guards behind him looked solemn.

"Master Yun, something is wrong!"

Because the Su Mansion was already littered with corpses everywhere.

Su Yun opened his eyes wide and sat on the ground in shock at the scene.

"Dead... all dead!"

"impossible!"

He rushed into the Su Mansion regardless of anything. His pupils contracted violently, reflecting the shattered corpses on the ground.

The hem of the Third Aunt's lotus-colored skirt was soaked in a pool of blood, the Uncle's jade belt buckle was embedded in the broken bones, and the Sister's favorite gilded hairpin was now stuck in a blurry mass of blood...

He shouted to the sky, his hands were covered in blood.

"What happened...the Su family was wiped out!"

"No, grandpa?"

He rushed into the inner courtyard like crazy!
The guards froze in place, their hands holding the swords trembling.

The Su family, where the prime minister was in charge, was actually wiped out? This thought was more frightening than the corpses in the house.

A sigh sounded.

Su Yun raised his eyes, which were blurred by blood and tears, and saw a young man with skin as white as snow walking out of the shadows of the inner hall.

The figure was clearly unfamiliar, but when the boy spoke, the familiar voice made Su Yun tremble all over - "Grandpa"

The boy is approaching!
"Yun'er, among all my descendants, you are the only one who has a sincere heart and treats me without any calculation or other thoughts."

"I didn't want to harm you. I wanted to let you stay away from Bianjing in the name of praying for blessings, and let you live a life of wealth and luxury from now on."

"But...ah, such is fate!"

Before Su Yun could react, a long, bloody red tongue covered with mucus stretched out from a bloody mouth and covered his face.

He is unconscious!
"Then become a part of me!"

The boy's stomach healed again, and several guards died!
Su Jing thought about it, then walked to the bathing pool in the mansion to wash off the bloodstains. When he changed his clothes, the bronze mirror reflected the face of a young boy.

She is elegant and refined, with a touch of elegance, but her eyes are full of vicissitudes.

Su Jing walked out of the Su Mansion and went to the academy.

A handsome young man walked to the Self-cultivation Building of the academy as if no one was around.

Climb to the top step by step.

There was only one person on the fifth floor.

Xie Hong was already very old and was struggling to stay on the desk.

It seemed as if she had been waiting for him to come, which gave her a bit of a better look.

It's like a last glimmer of light.

Su Jing didn't look at him, but looked at the layout of the fifth floor.

"When the master was still alive, this fifth floor was where he practiced. It only had a desk and a bed."

“It’s still the same today.”

Su Jing looked at Xie Hong, "Brother, you went to find Xie Guan, right?"

Xie Hong no longer had the strength to do so and just nodded.

Su Jing shook his head and said calmly, "Not worth it!"

"With Third Senior Brother's cultivation, why don't you fight for a place to ascend, instead of making wedding clothes for others."

Xie Hong said, "You don't understand, and you can't understand!"

Su Jing saw that Xie Hong was almost exhausted.

"You, the banished immortals and outsiders mentioned in history, who are born with knowledge, always think you are superior to others."

In folk culture, the term "exiled immortal" refers to an immortal who has been banished to the mortal world.

"I, Su Jing, think... this damn exiled immortal is just like the Baoping Lane and Changning Street where I was born in Bianjing."

"They are just prisoners!"

Baoping Lane was a shabby alley where poor people from Bianjing lived. Prime Minister Su was born here and made a living by playing chess.

Changning Street is a place where nine major surnames reside and it is a wealthy place.

When Xie Hong's identity was revealed, he just sneered.

Su Jing came back to his senses and asked a question.

"What is your destiny, brother?"

Xie Hong did not answer.

Su Jing was not annoyed, "Then what is your destiny?"

Xie Hong smiled, "Isn't it ridiculous that Prime Minister Su would ask such childish questions? What would I reveal?"

"But before I die, I can tell you that my destiny is to not know how high the sky is!"

Su Jing's eyes narrowed, sensing something unusual in it, "You don't know how high the sky is... Are you deceiving the world?"

Seeing this, Xie Hong couldn't help but laugh and said, "Prime Minister Su, why are you so nervous? I have already used my life, and if I use it, I will die."

"Are you going to devour my corpse too?"

Su Jing shook his head, "You outsiders have sophisticated means that are beyond this world. I dare not gamble, so I didn't even touch the Xie family."

Xie Hong stopped talking and leaned back in his chair. He had no breath at all and even his soul had dissipated.

Su Jing's eyes were complicated, but he was also sure of one thing in his mind.

At this time!
The brilliant light piercing the sky and earth bloomed, four rays of light were like pillars, pouring down from the sky, and thousands of rays of light reflected each other.

Su Jing walked slowly to the window and stared at the strange scene. The elegance on his face faded away, revealing an almost crazy desire.
"The ascension platform that has been around for three thousand years is finally open."

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At this moment, countless people inside and outside Bianjing, and even throughout the world, looked up.

All eyes turned toward this wonder between heaven and earth.

"The ascension platform is open—"

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(End of this chapter)