"Disciple...you must remember that we immortal cultivators...even if we achieve a breakthrough...and become an immortal class...we must keep our original intention...

.... Not to be tainted by the secular world... Only in this way... can you become a true god..."

At this time, in a thatched house, there was a young man in Taoist uniform kneeling in front of a simple earthen bed, and on top of the earthen bed, there was an old Taoist priest who had already half of his feet in the ground and was trembling.

Weiwei said some words of explanation to the young man in front of him.

"Master, disciple, I can't bear to leave you!"

But how could the young man listen? His dearest master was about to die. After living for eight hundred years, he still failed to break through the shackles and become an immortal beyond time.

Even if this master is already known as the strongest peerless immortal today, and is most likely to become the head of Tianwu who transcends the three realms and becomes an immortal——

Chifuko!

Even he cannot escape the entanglement of time.

The young man crying beside him in front of him was a young disciple he took in when he was traveling in mainland China.

Without the fighting between sects, this young apprentice also retained his most original expectations and innocence.

"Xiao Wu... Today, as my master... I will give you a Taoist name... Remember it... From now on...

..You are the only designated heir to me, Qian Fuzi...and your name is...Matakeko..."

"And... only when you return to Tianwu... and when your spiritual power reaches the level of a heavenly immortal... you will be the head of my Tianwu!"

"As you grow up... let the secret book I hide in the cabinet accompany you..."

It seems that Qian Fuzi's aura is getting weaker and weaker, and the spiritual energy around him is also fading at an alarming rate.

Gradually, the spiritual sea in Qian Fuzi's body gradually dried up, and his whole body became extremely thin.

Finally, as he breathed his last breath, Qian Fuzi, who was worshiped by countless cultivators, finally passed away amidst the cries of his beloved disciple.

"Master...Master!"

In the entire thatched house, the only sound left was the sad cry of the young man.

However, at this moment, there was a loud noise at the door of the thatched house.

"Xiao Qian'er, where's the picture book you promised me last time? Don't renege on my debt. I spent a lot of effort to train you with the flying sword!"

I saw the door of the thatched house opened with a bang, and a man wearing a toga with long flowing hair rushed in rudely, because the long hair was very messy, and he didn't look clean either.

It's like being closed for a hundred or two hundred years before

It's like I just came out of retreat.

However, the man looked around, but he didn't see the little Qian'er he called, only the crying young man looking at him blankly.

Immediately, the man noticed the earthen bed, and the person lying on it had already passed away.

The man's eyes also darkened, and he slowly walked to the old man's side.

"That's it...you didn't succeed in the end..."

Gently rubbing the old man's forehead, the man's face gradually calmed down. At this time, the young man on the side also had the opportunity to see the mysterious man's face clearly:

It can be said that it is a very ordinary face, with slightly thin cheeks and ordinary facial features.

However, the man's pupils were faintly flashing with a dazzling red light.

"Here, sir, do you know the master?"

The young man timidly asked the man in front of him. Since he was so familiar with the master, he must have come to look after him.

The young man's mind was so innocent that he didn't even consider whether the man had malicious intentions. Then he took off the spirit sword from his back and handed it to the man with both hands.

"This, this is the spiritual sword that the master used during his lifetime. Since sir, you said that you spent a lot of effort to refine it for the master, I am embarrassed to accept it. You, you should take it back...

"

Although there is reluctance in his eyes, this reluctance is probably because of the thoughts that his master once left for him.

The man looked at the child in front of him, scratched his head in embarrassment, and then stammered:

"Well, well, it didn't take much effort. I just secretly took an iron sword from a village whose name I don't know and then attached it to the spirit. It didn't...ahaha..."

Looking at the awkward smile of the man in front of him, the young man responded in confusion. Then, the young man once again noticed that there was a very rare red in the man's hair, but was it the red of blood? Or was it the color of fire?

red?

The young man also thought of something, which was a list of things his master had told him before.

"You, you are the immortal, wait a moment, the master asked me to give this to you."

A golden light suddenly appeared in the man's eyes, and he stared at the young man who was groping around on his body. After a while, the young man took out a novel and picture book from his backpack that could be seen everywhere in the market.

A few illustrations, coupled with one or two paragraphs of text, have become the favorite things of childhood children.

And that god, without saying a word, jumped directly in front of the young man!

"Yes, yes! That's it, haha. I'm too lazy to go to the market, so I asked him to buy some for me two hundred years ago. I'm done reading this, here we go again..."

The god scratched his head in embarrassment, but this also made the young man a little dazed. You must know that the highest goal of their cultivators is to get rid of the shackles of life and death and become the supreme and eternal true god with the power to destroy the world and the immortal body.

.

However, no matter how many years pass, he becomes the true God, the one who exists beyond eternity.

Never appeared.

Even if your life span is long, it will eventually come to an end.

Therefore, even the supreme gods are still chasing eternity that "can never be reached".

However, Qian Fuzi only told the young man one sentence about the man in front of her:

"Remember to bring the picture book to a man who will go crazy when he sees this, and he will help you."

He couldn't wait to take the so-called picture book from the young man's hand. The man smiled brightly and without saying a word, he appeared in front of the young man. With two fingers of his hands together, he directly transmitted a collection of thoughts to the young man's mind.

"Okay, I have done what I should do. There are martial arts and mental techniques that can create world-openings. Ahem, I feel sorry for you. I also mixed a bit of social philosophy into it. You are so innocent.

You will definitely be deceived in the world, so don’t thank me too much... Immortal me~"

In an instant, the man pretended to be a peerless expert and spoke to the young man. However, his eyes that secretly glanced at the picture book in his hand caused his image to collapse instantly.

"Okay, I have something important to do, so I won't nag you anymore. As for Xiao Qian'er... you just bury him. After three minutes, my experience with you will explode."

, protect your own consciousness..."

"Then, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, the man instantly flew up and rushed out of the thatched house...with a weird smile on his face.

"Hey hey hey... I can have some free time again."

The young man watched the man leave blankly, and then he took out the secret book left for him by the master in his arms, and then he also turned to the first page:

I saw my master write a sentence on the first page:

"How can I reach...the realm of that picture book fairy..."

The young man once again looked at the hole left by the man flying out of the thatched house, and secretly realized:

"Is that a real god? But why does this god feel a bit... strange?"

"Is he really the ultimate goal of all cultivators in legend?"

The young man didn't speak anymore, because in his mind, the martial arts and mental methods that the god said could open up the world came one after another.
Chapter completed!