There's something wrong with my master.

Everything seems to happen just by chance.

"After spending hundreds of thousands of years in the Immortal Realm, I almost forgot what the Heavenly Dao of this world is like."

He said this at the last moment of his life.

Then, life is cut off.

It was also at this moment that all the monks who were enslaved by him slowly turned into pure spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth became increasingly dense, and wisps of immortal spirit energy descended from the sky.

The Tao and the Dharma they cultivated were all carried into the heaven and earth when their lives ended.

No matter how unwilling they were, they were powerless at the moment and could do nothing but wait for death.

And Yun Changsheng finally completed his mission.

Lin Xi didn't care about the outcome here. After confirming that the danger had been lifted, he took Yun Changsheng's hand, broke through the space, and left this place.

If he doesn't leave now, Yun Changsheng will really be lost.

When the two figures disappeared, faint voices could be heard in the ruined palace.

But Lin Xi no longer wanted to care about these things.

……

……

Infinite height.

In a pure white space.

The fisherman's body appeared here at some point.

The girl with half black and half white hair looked at the corpse in front of her for a long time.

Suddenly, He seemed to have discovered something, and His white hand reached into the fisherman's body.

When the hand stretched out from the corpse, an invisible thread was pulled out with it.

The girl seemed to understand something and looked towards the human world.

In His eyes, there is such a thread in the bodies of all living beings in the world.

Just like a kite, this world is the kite that is released into space, and the creatures in this world are also kites.

And the person holding the ball of thread is in the fairyland.

"Is this the reason why one cannot stay in this world after becoming an immortal?"

As long as there are cultivators who have passed the thunder tribulation of ascension, no matter whether this world can accommodate immortals or not, the cultivators who have passed the thunder tribulation will be pulled away by the immortal world through this invisible thread.

"How come we haven't noticed something so obvious before?"

He seemed a little confused.

Su Bai still held the silk thread in her little hand, trying to understand its other functions.

"This line will only appear after a cultivator ascends to the immortal world. Once you have seen and understood this line, you will be able to see other lines that have not appeared."

"anything else?"

"It seems that it can also imprison people's thoughts?"

He tried to put the silk thread on himself, being very cautious.

When the silk thread was wrapped around his wrist, a whisper suddenly appeared in the depths of his soul.

"Cultivate the immortals, cultivate the immortals, cultivate the immortals."

The whispers continued.

It was as if someone was conveying a thought to Him through this line.

The idea that cultivating immortality is above all else.

Everything, the meaning of life, is to cultivate immortality.

He listened to the whispers in his ears and seemed to understand something in a trance.

No wonder so many kalpas have passed and mortals are still wielding hoes.

Their thoughts have been imprisoned by this thin thread.

The girl lowered her head and thought for a while.

As long as this line is there, it will be useless no matter how far you run.

Even if they hide to the ends of the earth, or to the edge of chaos, the cultivators in this world will still ascend to the fairyland.

He will still be found by the heaven in the fairyland, and then swallowed up by the heaven in the fairyland just as he saw it.

"Um……"

He tried to pull the thread in his hands with his two little hands, but without much effort, the thread broke into two pieces with a "snap".

Seeing this, the pair of eyes, one black and one white, shifted their gaze, lowered their heads, and looked at the world.

With just a slight effort, the world seemed to be cut by an invisible sickle, and the silk threads connecting to the fairyland broke into pieces.

However, as the silk thread broke, the eyes of those creatures suddenly became dull.

After a moment, they were like crazy, searching for the thread that imprisoned their thoughts.

"When there is drought, the immortals will bring rain."

"If there is a flood, the immortals will come to control it."

"When there is famine, the immortals will come and distribute food."

"If you are injured, the immortal will come to heal you..."

“Why should we make an effort on our own?”

"Give it back to us, give it back to us!"

He was wondering who was speaking.

When I lowered my head, I realized that it was all living beings talking together.

He watched with his own eyes as the creatures on earth found their own thread, and then wrapped it around their bodies in circles.

This is a yoke they wear voluntarily.

They enjoy it very much.

Chapter 403 Let’s Run

“What a hopeless world.”

The creatures on earth are in despair.

The monks were also in despair.

Now, Lian Tian also felt despair.

The monks are wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation, to becoming stronger, and to ascending to the immortal world.

But ordinary people have no intention of changing anything as it is now and think that things are fine as they are now.

He never wanted to care how they wanted to live or who they depended on to live.

These things had nothing to do with Him.

But now it is related.

Even if He cut the strings that bound thoughts thousands of times, it would be useless.

Because the creatures in this world will tie the strings back to their bodies themselves.

And with the existence of these lines, even if he takes this world to escape to the edge of chaos, he will eventually be caught by the sky of the fairy world.

Just like a kite flying high in the sky, as long as the string is still tied to the kite, the other end of the string is held in someone's hand.

No matter how far the kite flies, as long as the person holding the string wants to pull the kite back, the kite must come back without any room for resistance.

"When rabbits encounter tigers, they will run away. This has become their instinct."

"So how did this instinct come about?"

“Perhaps eons ago, when a rabbit first saw a tiger, it did not run away. When the tiger wanted to eat it, it even resisted.”

"But after resisting time and time again, the bloody facts told them that resistance was useless."

"Resistance will only lead to being eaten."

"And only by running away can we have a chance to survive."

"Later, when a rabbit encounters a tiger, it will just run away. This idea has been imprinted in its flesh and blood and soul, and has become an instinct."

"It's the same for monks and mortals."

“Perhaps eons ago, they also rebelled against their current lives.”

"But every rebellion ended in failure."

"In the end, they could only accept reality and be content with the status quo."

"This idea has also been imprinted into their souls and flesh and has become an instinct."

Ten Tribulations Sect.

Tianjian Pavilion.

Rong Xiaoyu was still wearing a tight green robe and holding an ancient long sword in his hand.

The girl with half black and half white hair stood beside Rong Xiaoyu. After hearing Rong Xiaoyu's voice, she tilted her head in confusion.

"This is what Yun Changsheng said in the storybook." Rong Xiaoyu saw the doubt in his eyes and answered.

"I see. There are indeed many novel ideas on that blue ball."

She nodded, then squatted down like an ordinary girl, supporting her cheeks with both hands.

The lake in front of him reflected his exquisite and flawless face.

"So what even if he ran away?" Rong Xiaoyu also squatted down. Her eyes were dull and without any brilliance.

Like a cold, hard stone.

"He is so powerful in the fairy world, even if he escapes, he will be caught back."

"Maybe He doesn't really care if I run away?"

The girl with half black and half white hair raised her hand and covered her pure white eye, leaving only the pitch-black eye exposed.

What was reflected in those eyes was nothingness.

"The real source of the Supreme Forgetfulness comes from Him. The heavens of the Immortal Realm are so cold and indifferent, will they really care about my escape?"

“What if He cares?”

Rong Xiaoyu turned his head, and his empty eyes reflected the sky of this world.

"The idea of ​​putting your own safety in the hands of others doesn't seem to be in your character."

“Of course I won’t be so careless.” He thought for a moment, then pointed his finger at the sky.

"If my guess is correct, something might have gone wrong with Him above."

"He probably won't have time to care about me until the problem is solved."

"What's the problem?" Rong Xiaoyu asked in a light tone.

Even though the Heaven in the Immortal Realm is so powerful, would he still encounter problems that are difficult to solve?

"Look." He raised his hand and pointed to Zhou Guolin's mansion, where there was a middle-aged man named Zhu Weiquan.

This man used to be a martial artist, and later became an official. In the chaotic world that followed, he was lucky enough to survive to the end.

And in his body, there is no string that imprisons his thoughts.

"There are many people like this, which shows that His control over this world is not that strong."

"For a being like Him, this kind of problem shouldn't occur."