There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 291: After generations of false immortals, I am the real immortal!

Xia Ming...

Xia Ming, wake up quickly.

Xia Ming, you can't sleep anymore.

Xia Ming... time is running out.

Listen to the call in your ears.

Xia Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The world in front of me is so strange, as I look around.

Chaos is like the sea, endless as far as the eye can see, ups and downs uncertainly.

Xia Ming only felt that he was like a fallen leaf drifting with the tide.

Without freedom, we can only follow this world, floating up and down, with no fixed things.

He didn't know how long he had been floating in the dead silence, and Xia Ming's consciousness began to fade away again.

Just when Xia Ming was about to fall into the netherworld forever, a warm little hand slowly grabbed his big hand.

Fingers clasped together, the contract was sealed.

Don’t forget the future and the past.

The warm little hands finally awakened Xia Ming's consciousness.

While his heart was trembling, Xia Ming opened his eyes again.

This time...he saw something else.

The banished immortal is like jade, perfect.

How can we forget the moment we see it?

The eyelashes flutter, the eyes are clear, and the skin is like cream.

Her hair fell naturally, Muchuan quietly looked at Xia Ming in front of her.

"Inner demon..."

"My big inner demon..."

Gently holding Muchuan into his arms, Xia Ming gradually calmed down.

Live or die.

It'll be fine in an instant.

Leaning beside Xia Ming's ear, Muchuan spoke.

[Xia Ming...you have to survive. 】

[Immortals are born from you...you are the starting point of the path to immortality. 】

[Xia Ming, wake up and find the answer to all this. 】

【I can't go on with you any longer. 】

[Xia Ming, you have to be good. 】

【Don’t forget me. 】

Before Xia Ming could react.

Muchuan in his arms turned directly into countless bright stars.

Those bright star points merged into Xia Ming's soul little by little.

"No! No! Muchuan!"

"no, do not want!"

Xia Ming stretched out his palm, trying to retain those crystals.

It's a pity that everything he did was destined to be in vain.

As his soul and body continued to solidify, Xia Ming's body began to sink.

The netherworld is bottomless, and the heaven and earth here seem to have no end.

While his mind was falling, Xia Ming seemed to have a slide show in his mind.

Pictures kept flashing by, and the voices in my ears gradually became clearer.

Time is passing and memories are going back.

Xia Ming saw it.

He heard it too.

thump--

Falling into the river of chaos.

The river is boundless, has no end and no source.

Through the swaying water, Xia Ming saw a big hand.

Above the big hand, streaks of pitch-black mist lingered.

The big hand broke through the water and grabbed Xia Ming straight away.

at the same time.

Xia Ming heard the sound.

The voice of the owner of that big hand.

【Don’t fall, don’t sink, don’t lose, don’t forget. 】

[What an eternally rare and extraterrestrial soul! 】

【The thought persists, never seen before. The clear soul light is even more rare! 】

[It is a great medicine! 】

【This medicine will definitely save my son’s life! 】

[This soul may be able to neutralize the beastly nature of the sun-devouring bird. 】

The halo is flowing, and there are three thousand floating worlds.

In a daze, Xia Ming saw another sick young man.

The spirit is listless, the body is weak, and the energy is like a gossamer.

The boy lay in the ice coffin, coughing violently.

While coughing, his body shook.

He was just too weak.

Cough...cough...cough

What the young man coughed up was not blood, but clusters of dark golden flowing fire.

The fire was as hot as flowing magma.

The terrifying flowing fire even distorted the surrounding air.

When Xia Ming looked at the young man, the young man also looked at Xia Ming with emotion.

When their eyes met, Xia Ming saw a pair of dark golden eyes.

The moment the two looked at each other.

The gears of fate began to turn.

[Father...what is this? 】

[Che'er, this is medicine, this is the medicine to save you. 】

[Che'er, take this medicine and you will feel better. 】

[Father... Che'er doesn't want to take medicine, father... Che'er hurts...]

[Father... the baby hurts... it... it's biting me...]

He held the thin young son in his arms.

The father who loved his son was so painful that his body was shaking.

If possible, he would rather hurt himself.

[Che'er, my poor Che'er, my father is incompetent and can't protect you. 】

[Che'er, be good, take the medicine and it won't hurt anymore. Be obedient. 】

In the end, the young man took Xia Ming's great medicine. And their fates began to be entangled from this moment on.

The boy will die if he doesn't take the medicine.

Took medicine.

Xia Ming is alive again.

Living in the boy's body.

It affects young people in a very special way.

The years of the ice coffin are very long.

Boring and long.

During this period of time, the young man digested the medicine bit by bit.

And Xia Ming also began to look at the world around him through the boy's eyes.

It's just that they share more than just sight.

It’s more of a memory…

What is memory?

It is the meaning of a person's existence.

It is the basis of each unique being.

Gradually, the young children began to become confused.

The young man's soul was already lacking, so he relied even more on Xia Ming.

[Father...I...I can't tell myself apart. 】

[Father...actually I am a time traveler...]

【No! Father! 】

[Xia Ming is my second personality! 】

[Is this schizophrenia? 】

[Father...I'm sick...a serious illness. 】

[Father...I probably won't get better. 】

The warm hands caressed the boy's head little by little.

The elderly father was on the verge of tears.

[Child, my poor child. 】

[As a father, I will find medicine for you, son...]

[Even if it’s Yuan Yang’s blood, my father can find it for you! 】

[Child, your illness will definitely get better. 】

Father is gone.

The ice coffin fell into dead silence again.

Then, a slender black hand quietly reached in.

Those are the hands of a thief.

What this guy stole was nothing else.

But memory.

Xia Ming's memory.

Maybe it's the magic of the technique, but that guy stole the memory at the same time.

Xia Ming also heard his thoughts.

[The blood of creation creates the physical body. 】

[It still needs the soul of freedom to light the way forward. 】

[Only the soul from outside the world can break free from the shackles of Haozai Yuanyang. 】

[Master Zhao...you really have hidden an extraordinary existence. 】

[Perhaps, this child can be used to get Master Zhao to join the party. 】

[Ji’s technique of praying to heaven, Ji’s way of physical body...]

[Coupled with Zhao’s soul method...]

[Maybe it can achieve great things! 】

When the wind blows, the thief escapes.

Father is back.

[Father, father, someone stole my things. 】

[Che'er is good, my father knows about it, Che'er can rest assured, my father will definitely kill him. 】

Before he finished speaking, his father left again.

Not long after, my father came back carrying a human head.

[Che'er, they created a batch of monsters. 】

[Those monsters...want to become immortals...immortals...what are they? 】

Looking at his questioning father, the young man clenched his fists hard.

[Father... Immortal is transcendence... Immortal is Xia Ming's memory. 】

[Father, they stole my memory! 】

The big hand gently comforted the boy's head.

My father's eyes were deep and no one knew what he was thinking.

Some time later, my father brought back a strange man.

The guy looked ordinary, but his attitude was respectful.

Walking on his knees, holding the ice coffin, the man spoke humbly.

【Little Lord……】

[The younger one’s name is Zhao Yuanfeng. 】

[I will be your apothecary from now on. 】

……

【Zhao Yuanfeng! I don't want to take medicine! You help me drink it! 】

【Little Lord! My young master! This is the blood of generations! 】

Looking at the humble Zhao Yuanfeng, the young man's words were extremely harsh.

【Generation! ? That's a bunch of thieves! ! ! 】

[Yes, yes... Young Master, you are right... they are just a group of thieves. 】

[Young Master, you’d better drink the medicine quickly. If you don’t drink the medicine... your illness...]

Grabbing Zhao Yuanfeng's hair, a dazzling golden light flashed in the young man's eyes.

【Zhao Yuanfeng! Why did I, Xia Ming, get sick! 】

【Say that to me again! I kill you! 】

[Have you heard that generations have become immortals? Zhao Yuanfeng, let me tell you! 】

[Golden elixir, Nascent Soul, Transformation God... they all stole it from me! 】

【The Immortal of Generations! He is a fake immortal who deceives the world and steals his reputation! 】

[I, Xia Ming, am the true immortal! 】

Looking at the young master in front of him, Zhao Yuanfeng's eyes were filled with fear.

All he knew was that the young master's illness was getting worse.

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(End of this chapter)