I am cautiously cultivating immortals in a strange world

Chapter 1629 Little Boy

The mundane corresponds to destiny.

Chen Lin confirmed this from the scene before him.

But these are just the rules of the inner world. Because there are seven upper realms in the inner world, these rules are extended.

The seven realms flower.

The Void Realm has not heard of such a statement for the time being.

However, Chen Lin suspected that the upper seven realms in the inner world might just be a microcosm, and it was unknown whether such a high-level realm really existed.

He had heard before that the underworld in the other world was not the real underworld.

If that's the case, then there must be a real underworld.

And then infer.

There are also real realms of gods, immortals, and so on.

That terrifying and strange creature might have come from this kind of high-level plane.

Random thoughts flashed through my mind.

Chen Lin calmed his mind and focused his attention on what was in front of him.

Whether there is a higher plane or not, he cannot go there, so he should focus on the present.

Observed carefully for a while.

Although the destiny lines ahead are dense, there are still traces to follow. They basically meander forward, but there are too many intersection nodes.

After concentrating and sensing, Chen Lin did not feel any danger at these nodes.

But he didn't dare to act rashly.

After observing the lines, he looked at himself.

First check the power of destiny.

After sensing for a long time, he still couldn't sense the existence of the power of destiny, and even the origin of talent couldn't be sensed.

Chen Lin felt heavy in his heart.

Without the power of destiny, it is impossible to use related magical powers, which is very unfavorable to the current situation.

Followed by.

And try to manifest the chess of destiny.

"what?"

Chen Lin exclaimed in surprise.

He stared at the black and white chess pieces with disbelief, lost in thought.

He couldn't even use the power of destiny, but this chess piece could manifest. This really puzzled him.

This made Chen Lin fall into deep thought.

  Is it that the level of the chess piece is too high, exceeding the limits of the Holy Tower's rules, or is the use of this chess piece within the scope permitted by the rules?

Although both can be used, the gap between them is extremely huge.

After thinking for a while without any idea, Chen Lin put away the chess piece.

Continue to check other aspects.

It was eventually determined that nothing except the Fate Piece could be used, including the Death Stare.

The only secret method that had always been strong had also met its nemesis.

If you force it, there will still be a slight reaction between the eyebrows, which is slightly stronger than other energies.

This means that the level of the secret technique is high enough, but he has not yet practiced it to the full extent.

Check completed.

Chen Lin did not delay any longer, chose a line and swam forward.

Without the blessing of the power of destiny, he became an ordinary fish and felt tired after swimming for a while.

But I still gritted my teeth and persevered, and arrived at the first node.

There are fewer intersecting lines at this node, but there are still five of them, making it difficult to make a decision at the moment.

Chen Lin manifested the chess piece.

After hesitating for a long time, he took it back.

This node did not have any dangerous aura that made him feel uneasy, but there were still many nodes ahead, and the chess pieces could only be used once, so they should not be wasted here.

That being the case.

Chen Lin blew a bubble, picked a line at random, and tried to cross the node.

But it didn't work.

Couldn't jump.

My body feels like it's being held down and I can't use any strength.

Seeing this, Chen Lin could only swim forward, ready to use his reverse scales to defend himself at any time.

No dangerous light appeared.

It was easy to enter the node.

But just as Chen Lin was about to happily pass through, he felt dizzy and lost consciousness. …

"Father, the snow has been too heavy these days, so you shouldn't go out hunting. I'll eat less and get through these days. I'll go out again when the snow stops."

In the adobe house, a boy of about eleven or twelve spoke to the man who was about to go out.

His face was full of worry.

There was a girl lying on the kang, shivering.

The man turned and looked.

He shook his head and said, "No, the food can last for a few days, but without firewood, we will all freeze to death. You stay at home and look after your sister and boil some hot water for her to drink. It will just warm up the house."

After saying that, the man opened the door.

The biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes immediately poured into the house.

The man hurried out and closed the door.

"Brother, I'm cold."

Stimulated by the cold wind, the already sick girl shivered even more violently.

"Okay, wait, I'll go light a fire and it'll be warm in a moment."

The boy went forward and covered the girl with a quilt, then picked up the few remaining firewood and put them into the stove candy.

He lit the fire and spoke angrily.

"These damn immortal cultivators, if they hadn't burned all the forests, we wouldn't have to worry about firewood. Now we can only dig tree roots. It's so cold, we can't dig at all, and the prey has all run away."

"Brother, why are the immortals so evil? Why did they burn the forest?"

"I heard that it was to practice magic."

The boy shook his head.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "None of the current immortal cultivators are good. If I become an immortal cultivator, I will definitely be the most powerful one and not allow them to disturb the lives of mortals."

"Brother will definitely become an immortal cultivator!"

The girl's voice was weak but firm.

The fire in the stove candy gradually burned.

The red firelight reflected on the boy's face, and two bright flames flashed in his eyes.

it's dark.

The man who went out to chop wood did not come back.

The boy was a little flustered.

The hope that had just risen turned into fear.

  One night passed,

Because of the fire, the night was relatively warm.

But the next day, the man still hadn't returned.

The boy was completely panicked.

"Sister, lie still. I'm going to go look for daddy and I'll be back in the evening."

"Brother, be careful."

The girl curled up her body and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

The boy looked around the empty house and could only give his sister a piece of tattered clothing, then he walked out of the house with a hatchet in his hand.

Heavy snow is flying in the sky.

The whole village was covered in snow.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, and the atmosphere seemed dead silent.

Before winter, several immortal cultivators came here, and for some unknown reason, they used their magic to burn down all the forests within a hundred miles.

Not even the crops planted by the villagers were left, and several villagers who tried to escape were burned to death.

However, no one cared.

The fairies flew over the village, talking and laughing, and seemed to pay no attention to the changes in the fate of mortals like them.

The little boy remembered what happened that day and clenched his fists.

Because his mother was burned to death in that fire.

He hates cultivators.

But if he wants to take revenge, he must first become a cultivator, otherwise he can't even get close to them.

It is said that to become an immortal cultivator, one needs to have spiritual roots.

The little boy didn’t know if he had it or not, but he had always felt itchy between his eyebrows since he was a child, so it must be something special.

"I don't know if there are any techniques that mortals can practice in this world. If all mortals could practice, immortal cultivators wouldn't be so high and mighty."

The little boy walked forward in the snow, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

Suddenly, he paused.

He bent down, fumbled in the footwell, and took out something.