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In the ancient era, when the Great Dao had not yet taken shape, there was a being named "Nie Zun" among the nine realms. He uses the anti-gang as a blade to cut through the web of laws, hoping to use human desires to make up for the desolation of heaven and earth. Finally, he was bound by all the ways and buried under the eternity. That night, the sky was broken into billions of fragments, Ni Zun's body was reduced to ashes, and only the remaining thoughts and broken seals were scattered in the world. "Anyone who covets and goes against the law will be punished by heaven; if the law against the law is unified, heaven and earth will not survive." This is the last mantra of the sages, which was engraved on the stone tablet in the fourth century. Since then, going against the law has been regarded as a taboo, and those who keep the law take the law as their thought and stop others from thinking about it. But the world is constantly evolving, and people's hearts also have greed and desire. When taboos become legends, some people begin to peek into the remaining ashes. That night, there was a glimmer of light in the ashes, like the last breath of the counter-god, falling gently in the wind and blowing under the eaves of a town called Ashes Town. Updates are made once a day, with a minimum of 5,000 words guaranteed.

The setting sun is like blood, shining on the dilapidated courtyard at the west end of Qingshi Town, giving the mottled wooden door and withered sycamore a layer of sad warmth. Lin Xing huddled next to the firewood pile in the corner of the yard, holding a half-eaten piece of dry hard wheat cake tightly in his arms, with a trace of blood still remaining on the corner of his mouth. His cheeks were swollen, and there was a fresh wound on the left corner of his forehead. Blood beads were slowly sliding down his pale skin, dripping onto his patched coarse clothes, leaving a small dark stain. "Trash is trash! He even hides a piece of wheat cake and eats it secretly. It really embarrasses the Lin family!" Sharp taunts came from outside the courtyard door, accompanied by a few arrogant footsteps. Lin Xing trembled all over and subconsciously stuffed the wheat cake tighter into his arms. When he looked up, he saw three young men in brocade clothes blocking the door. The leader was Lin Feng, the grandson of the elder of the Lin family. Behind him were two followers, all with joking smiles on their faces. The Lin family in Qingshi Town is the only immortal cultivating family within a hundred miles. Although it is not considered a top power, it is somewhat famous in the southern border of Qingfeng Kingdom with its several spiritual mines and the ancestral "Qing Yuan Jue". The children of the family can detect spiritual roots from the age of five. Anyone with single or double spiritual roots can be admitted to the outer sect for training; if they have three spiritual roots, they can become inner disciples; as for the legendary mutated spiritual roots or heavenly spiritual roots, they are the geniuses that the family focuses on cultivating. Only Lin Xing is an exception. He is the seventh son of Lin Xiaotian, the current head of the Lin family. His biological mother died young and he was frail since childhood. When I was five years old, my spiritual roots were tested. The elder of the family personally took action, but he elicited gold, wood, water,

Lin Chen woke up from the severe pain in his chest. When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the familiar ceiling of a rental house, but a mottled wooden roof that leaked light, and the smell of herbs and mold floated in the air. He struggled to sit up and found himself lying on a broken wooden bed, covered with a patched coarse quilt, and the wound on his chest was still oozing blood - this was not his body! Fragmented memories suddenly flooded into my mind: This is the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect in the world of immortality. The original owner was also named Lin Chen. He had mediocre qualifications. Yesterday, he was seriously injured by his roommate Wang Hu while fighting for a Qi Gathering Pill, and he died. As for him, he was a college student in the 21st century. When he stayed up late reading novels about cultivating immortals, his vision went dark, and he actually traveled through time and became this "unlucky guy." "Cultivation of immortals... Really exists?" Lin Chen murmured to himself, his fingertips touched half of the remaining Qi Gathering Pill in his arms, and his heart beat wildly. The memory of the original owner told him that there were strict levels here: Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir... He was only on the first level of Qi refining, and could not even practice the most basic "Qi-entraining technique". The outer disciples only had ten low-grade spiritual stones per month, and the Qi-gathering elixir was the key to breaking through the bottleneck. With a "squeak" sound, the wooden door was kicked open. Wang Hu stood at the door holding a wooden stick with an arrogant face: "Lin Chen, hand over the remaining Qi Gathering Pill before you die! Otherwise, your legs will be broken today!" Lin Chen's eyes flashed - he was not a softie like the original owner who allowed himself to be slaughtered. He pretended to be weak and lowered his head: "Brother Hu... I'll give it to you..." At the moment when Wang Hu came closer, he grabbed the sharp stone at the corner of the bed and threw it using the power-generating skills in modern fighting, accurately hitting Wang Hu's knee.

Modern people accidentally traveled through time and activated the "super plug-in system". Starting from Xiuxian Street, they continued to strengthen and advance through plug-in functions, and finally swept across the fairy world and the divine world, reaching the top of the world.

The beads of chaos are shattered into chaos, and the mortal body has its first glimpse of the path to immortality. [Time dimension: Earth 2023 AD, summer night] The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled in the evening breeze, and the lights in Room 302 of the boys' dormitory were still on. Lin Mo was lying on a desk filled with exercise books. The black-rimmed glasses on his nose had slipped halfway, and there was glistening saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth. The textbook "Advanced Mathematics (Part 2)" is spread out on top of "Introduction to Quantum Mechanics", and there is his crooked annotation on the title page: "Can Schrödinger's cat calculate the Fourier transform?" "Buzz--" The desk lamp suddenly made a strange low hum, and the tungsten filament in the bulb twisted and danced like a restless silver snake. When Lin Mo woke up, he found that the entire dormitory was shaking slightly. The pen on the table floated up on its own, drawing a string of golden symbols in the air. "Is it haunted?" He rubbed his eyes and touched his phone, only to see a bead the size of a pigeon's egg suspended above his head reflected on the screen - it was a chaotic color, as if it contained the stars of the entire universe, and seemed to wrap up the grand mist before the creation of the world. These were "glass beads" that he picked up at the back of the school last week. At that time, he thought they looked pretty, so he casually strung a red string around his neck. At this moment, the beads seemed to come alive, with cracks on the surface spreading like spider webs, and the light emitted became more and more powerful. "Crack!" The moment the crack completely collapsed, Lin Mo felt that his soul was grasped by a pair of invisible hands. As the world spun, countless pieces of information crashed into his mind like a meteor shower: [The Nine Apertures Chaos Bead... Controls the heavens... The imperial path... Xuanhuang...] In the end, the consciousness stayed on the scene where the beads turned into nine streams of light flying around, one of which was golden.

Prologue: Heaven Collapse The sky cracked like a mirror, and what poured out from the crack was not only the confrontation between light and darkness, but also the cry of the fate of heaven and earth. That day, all the glory and shadows in the Nine Heavens poured down at the same time, tearing through the meridians of the world like a storm, and cutting apart the will of all races like a blade. Ye Chen stood on the top of the broken battlefield, with the incomplete stone steps of the throne under his feet, and in front of him was endless killing and desolation. His robes were stained by the flames of war, and the imperial emblem on his cloak was dimmed in the blood and ashes, but it still silently announced a name: Great Emperor. However, at that moment, the name was like a broken mirror, reflecting no longer authority, but the despair and betrayal surging in countless reflections. In the distance of the battlefield, alien races surged in like a tidal wave. They have no human outline, some are like whip-like tentacles spitting out cold light, and some are like twisted shadows, wrapping all light in cold black. Their arrival does not feel like an invasion, but rather like devouring-devouring order, devouring spiritual veins, and devouring everything that was once called "home." The sky of the Nine Heavens trembled under their feet, and the silvery Milky Way shattered into countless pieces of glass in front of them. Ye Chen raised his sword. The sword in your hand is not just a cold weapon, it is the length that answers the faith of millions of people, and is the sharp blade that once supported the faith of all races. As soon as the sword light came out, it was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, cutting off the wriggling black shadow nearby. Every sword carries the memory of his time as an emperor: the dispatch of thousands of troops and the prayers of all races and creatures. He uses the sword as a pen to write a chapter of protection between heaven and earth. But even the most magnificent chapters are sometimes torn apart. In the battle line, an insignificant person is invisible