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

Chapter 466 The real name of this world is "Kunxu" The immortal treasure of the chosen one!
Wu Wan was a little surprised and asked, "Li Qingniu is also a foreigner?"

The storyteller nodded, "Exactly!"

Ban Chao was puzzled, "Why are there so many outsiders?"

The storyteller smiled and explained, "What you call the exiled immortals are the immortals who were banished from the immortal world to the mortal world."

"We call them criminals."

Ban Chao's eyes moved, keenly catching the subtle changes in the storyteller's words: "We?"

Wu Wan, however, has already revealed the secret directly: "This storyteller is actually a banished immortal.

"But what is a criminal?"

This teacher was particularly curious about things beyond the heavens.

The storyteller sighed, "The criminal is a person who bears the guilt. Just like what is sung in the opera, the fairy was tempted by the mortal world and violated the heavenly law, so she was banished to the mortal world to experience tribulation. We all have original sin, but if we can't solve the mystery in this womb..."

He paused, smiled bitterly and said, "After all, I am still in a daze, and there is no way to even atone for my sins."

The Master asked with great interest, "So, you haven't figured out the mystery of the womb yet?"

The storyteller looked out the window at the clouds, his eyes far away: "Two hundred years have passed like a white horse, I only know that I am a stranger in a foreign land, who am I and why I am here, I have no idea."

The voice gradually faded away and turned into an almost inaudible sigh.

"If there hadn't been any changes in this world, we outsiders might never have understood ourselves in our lifetime, but we only have some sporadic memories..."

Karasuma had a playful smile on his face and tapped the table with his fingertips: "It's interesting to say that you outsiders, with only fragmentary memories, have become top figures in this world."

He counted on his fingers and said, "Li Qingniu, Xie Hong, and you - the few great masters in the world, it seems like they are easy to get to you."

“Not to mention the characters who are hidden in the shadows of history.”

"For example, Emperor Cheng of the Tang Dynasty. When he was young, he was a dandy prince who indulged in sensual pleasures. However, when he was sixteen, his temperament suddenly changed and he became overbearing. History books say that he had the energy of a dragon or a tiger. At the age of twenty, he ascended the throne, seized the imperial power from his relatives, and ushered in the prosperous era of Emperor Cheng's revival."

His voice gradually took on an indescribable meaning. "But in his later years, his personality changed drastically. He built eighty-eight towers to worship the gods, and raised more than thirty thousand monks to pray to the gods day and night. In the end, he went so crazy that he slaughtered all his descendants."

"Five bloody words were left in the tomb: The Death Place of Immortals."

"This emperor who has reached the pinnacle of power must be from your hometown, right?"

The storyteller shook his head, and the voice beneath the mask sounded somewhat ethereal, "There is no way of knowing how many awakened strangers there are in this world!"

"But one thing is certain, all of us are guilty, and some of us may be of very high status and have extraordinary backgrounds."

Karasuma narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you mean by that?"

The storyteller touched the golden monkey on his shoulder and said, "Master, you can think of us as prisoners exiled here. Some are of noble status, some are of low status. People are divided into different levels, let alone immortals."

"In addition, there are also some people with extraordinary backgrounds. They have not committed any crime, but have come here to train and overcome tribulations... or to compete for this chance to change their fate."

"When the opportunity comes," he suddenly looked up at the sky, his voice filled with indescribable complexity, "then these people will be able to break through the realm and ascend."

The storyteller slowly uttered something that showed great surprise.

"These ascension platforms are for receiving these people!"

Karasuma frowned, "The Ascension Platform is open for these people!"

There was more emotion in his tone, "I never thought that after searching for thousands of years and traveling all over the country, I would never have thought that this ascension platform was built for these outsiders."

Ban Chao, who was standing aside, sensed something amiss from the storyteller's words.

"If it is true as you said, these chosen ones are so powerful, then the Ascension Platform should be specially built for them. How can others covet it?"

The storyteller smiled slightly, "The Heavenly King's prediction is correct, and the facts are indeed so. These people were called the Chosen Ones in ancient times. They are truly extraordinary talents. Some of them are even the reincarnations of ancient people. They are truly invincible. Whenever the Ascension Platform appears, ordinary cultivators are not even qualified to take action in front of them."

"So it's not too much to say that the Ascension Platform has become their personal property... But!"

"I just said that this world has suffered a catastrophe that has never happened before. After this incident, the world has changed."

He stood up slowly, his wide sleeves moving without wind: "The spiritual energy that once filled the heaven and earth has dissipated, the blessed land has collapsed, and the nine-layered sky has disappeared."

The storyteller's voice became softer and softer, but every word was as loud as thunder. "Even the immortal bridge that leads mortals to heaven and the Jianmu that supports heaven and earth were broken."

The storyteller sighed and said, "From then on, this world became a land of destiny. No one can enter from the outside, and no one can leave from the inside. Only the remaining ascension platform has become the only chance to ascend."

He sat back on the chair and said, "Which of these chosen ones is not blessed with amazing fortune? Their spiritual roots, understanding, and opportunities are all the best in the world. If they had abundant spiritual energy, they should have awakened their memories of their past lives and looked down upon the world. But now..."

The storyteller suddenly chuckled meaningfully: "Success is like this, failure is like this."

"It is precisely because their roots are too deep and the cause and effect are too serious that they have been unable to solve the mystery of the fetus."

Wu Wan's eyes flashed, "You mean Li Qingniu is it."

"Yes." The storyteller nodded slowly. "I noticed this man many years ago. Before he became a grandmaster, I intended to kill him three times, but each time his cultivation level increased dramatically in battle, and he escaped from my hands like a lucky man."

The storyteller gently stroked the golden monkey's shoulder, which was already drowsy, and whispered:

"When I went there, I found that Li Qingniu had not yet woken up. I thought I was Li Qingniu from Mount Zhongnan."

Wu Wan raised his eyes slightly, even though he and the storyteller met when they were searching for immortals in the East China Sea, and they traveled together all the way.

The old friend wearing the monkey-head mask never revealed a word of these secrets.

The three of them sat down again, each with a thoughtful look on their faces.

Ban Chao suddenly asked: "What is the true name of this world?"

The storyteller raised his lips slightly under his mask: "I was just about to say this. The origin of this world is probably more shocking than you can imagine."

He suddenly raised his voice and spoke word by word: "This world is called Kunxu."

"Kun is the image of the origin of chaos before it began; Xu is the state of the great void, and it also implies the ancient meaning of the word Xu—"

"It means the origin of all things and the hometown of all living beings."

"In ancient times, Kunxu was vast and boundless, with nine heavens above it, which could be described as limitless."

Ban Chao's pupils shrank slightly, and he repeated slowly: "Kunxu. World."

"In my remaining memories," the storyteller's voice also became serious, "those chosen ones are all great figures who know everything in the outside world. But they are willing to seal their own cultivation and take risks to sneak into this world. It's also for..."

Under the monkey mask, his last two words echoed in the account:
"Immortal fate!"

Karasuma's eyes suddenly burst into an attractive brilliance, his aura could hardly be concealed, and even his voice was slightly excited:
"Immortal fate?! Even the True Immortals are fighting for it. How precious it is."

The little monkey on the storyteller's shoulder suddenly woke up and squeaked twice in anxiety.

He chuckled and stroked the monkey's fur: "Yes, that is the innate treasure bred in this world, a thing of creation that can prove immortality, an innate treasure."

"I only know that this thing is extraordinary. It is the only thing in the world that coexists with heaven and earth. I don't know anything else. Fortunately..."

"The remaining memory knows how to get the treasure?"

"If you are interested, I will tell you everything I know."

Wu Wan said in an ambiguous tone, "Such a valuable treasure, why don't you take it yourself? Instead..."

"You want to benefit others? Why is that?" The storyteller said slowly, "The reason is not complicated. I revealed the method of obtaining the treasure to the Master because I have something to ask for."

"Furthermore, from my deep understanding of you, how could you let go of such a rare opportunity? Even those powerful people would fight for it with their lives. Now, the time, the place, and the people are all right, and you are unparalleled in the world. This opportunity is within your reach..."

"If you don't take what God has given you, you will suffer the consequences; if you don't act when the time comes, you will suffer the consequences. Even if you ascend to this world in the future, I'm afraid you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wan smiled and said, "Let's talk about your conditions first?"

The storyteller gently extended two fingers: "First, help me seize an ascension platform. With my current strength, I am not enough to occupy an ascension platform alone."

Wu Wan hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly: "This matter... can be discussed."

The storyteller held up his second finger and said, "Second, kill a person for me, a person from this world."

Upon hearing this, Wu Wan couldn't help but laugh: "Killing someone? Could it be someone that even you can't match? Could it be someone from the Three True One Sect?"

The storyteller shook his head and said, "No, it was a man in Bianjing City."

Wu Wan asked, "The third or fourth son of the academy? Or Xie Hong?"

The storyteller said, "Neither of them, but the person you met, Master!"

Wu Wan's fingers behind his back moved slightly. He already had the answer in his heart, and he slowly uttered two words: "Xie Guan?"

The monkey mask nodded slightly.

The Master stood with his hands behind his back and asked, "After ascending to this world, will you still be involved with this world?"

The storyteller said flatly, "The cause and effect of this world will be severed once you ascend to heaven."

The Master said calmly, "I agree to both of these conditions."

When Ban Sheng heard this, he was slightly puzzled. Who was Xie Guan?
When the storyteller saw that the Master agreed, he told him the method of getting the treasure without hesitation.

The two of them used the method of sound transmission, so Ban Sheng had no idea.

After hearing this, Karasuma was thoughtful, "I see, I almost missed it!"

The storyteller bowed and said, "Then I wish you good luck in obtaining the treasure."

"But since we are planning to build two ascension platforms, shouldn't we first clean up the annoying flies and insects?"

Wu Wan flicked his sleeves lightly, with a playful smile on his face: "Xu Jiangxian, Lianchi and their gang are quite sensible. They gathered together early, saving us the trouble of looking for them one by one."

"I wanted to sit on the sidelines and watch the fight between tigers, as long as others didn't come to provoke me. Who would have thought that I would have to take action in the end."

The storyteller and the teacher walked out of the tent.

The Master slowly stopped.

The monkey mask turned slightly to the side: "Master, you won't go with me?"

The Master said, "You go ahead and I will make arrangements for the capture of Bianjing tomorrow and then I will come back."

A voice came from under the storyteller's mask, "I hope the Master will not break his promise."

Having said that, he was ready to leave.

Ban Chao watched the man and the monkey leave, "Do you trust him so much? Or do you want him to die? Anyway, the news has been received."

Karasuma regained his elegant demeanor as a nobleman, "Don't believe it completely. Belief and disbelief are always in between."

"At least now, it's not time to take his life."

The Master turned around and asked Ban Sheng, "What do you think, Heavenly King?"

"You are familiar with the art of war, proficient in tactics, and good at making decisions."

"In Bianjing, there are two of my unfilial disciples, as well as the Three True Ones, and in Changshengtian, there are four great masters."

"There is also a storyteller with a strange background, claiming to be a foreigner, who is throwing out a huge temptation!"

"There are only four ascension platforms, and there are jackals everywhere. If you were me, what would you choose?"

The ordinary-looking man in linen clothes pondered for a long time and then suddenly raised his head.

"In a chaotic situation, use simple methods. First reduce variables, then cut off branches and leaves."

The Master smiled and said, "You and I have the same idea. Let's get rid of some of them first. One less soldier on the chessboard will always be in my favor."

He said proudly, "After all, I am the only dealer in the market right now."

Ban Chao didn't say anything, but looked towards the direction of Bian Jing, with a flash of worry in his eyes.

He had no interest in the matter of ascension, but could not help but worry - when the city was breached tomorrow, what would happen to the people in the city?
A breeze blew by, and leaves flew outside the military tent.

Many Red-Eyed Soldiers looked at Bianjing City, the most virtuous and wealthy place in the world, with hot eyes.

The Master looked up at the sky with an infatuated look in his eyes, watching the sky becoming increasingly brighter.

Four gates of heaven erected in the clouds and rosy clouds!
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After the storyteller walked out of the Red Eye Army camp, the little golden monkey on his shoulder suddenly spoke in an old and hoarse voice.

"Do you think the teacher at the academy believed what you said?"

The little monkey sat on his shoulder, his pupils gleaming with human-like wisdom.

The storyteller wearing a monkey head mask chuckled, and his voice was completely different from the one he used when he was talking to the Master.

The voice of this storyteller from one of the world's ten sects was now as clear and sweet as an oriole, like the voice of a young woman.

"Whether he believes it or not, it is unexpected that the Ascension Platform can be opened so quickly."

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have resorted to this strategy."

The little monkey continued in that old voice:
"Then why - you actually want to tell me the method to get the treasure?"

The storyteller smiled even more and said, "Of course, it's a game of hard-to-get. To catch a big fish... you always need some real bait!"

The little monkey said, "This Master... is not a simple person. I thought he was an ant who had attained enlightenment in the Dharma Ending Age. If he could ascend to this world, he would be an extraordinary figure."

The storyteller nodded, "Of course, everyone who ascends from Kunxu is not a simple person, they are all..."

The little monkey suddenly interrupted her, his old voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "Six thousand years. We have been trapped in this world for six thousand years."

Its claws pierced into the storyteller's clothes. "If you don't ascend, your true spirit will sooner or later be assimilated by this world and completely annihilated."

Changes occurred between heaven and earth again, and the four portals seemed to slowly connect heaven and earth.

The storyteller's voice trembled under the mask: "What's more terrifying is that Kunxu's real master, who disappeared for eternity, seems to be waking up."

"After this ascension, the spiritual energy tide will surely sweep across the heaven and earth. Those sleeping chosen ones..."

The monkey's voice became lower and lower, "Those chosen ones, those who are blessed with unique spiritual talents, will also wake up from Kunxu."

"Sinners like you and me will never be able to be reborn."

(End of this chapter)