Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Only at this moment did Chen Tian completely confirm that the thrilling scene he had just experienced all came from the illusion within this jade slip.

No, perhaps it shouldn't be called a jade slip anymore, but rather a bone slip.

Because it wasn't made of jade, but of bone.

That's right, it was the bone of the immortal being besieged by many powerful figures in the void.

And all the images Chen Tian had just seen were actually the memories left behind by this immortal.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian frowned slightly, got off the bed, and glanced outside the door.

He saw that in the spirit beast garden, those spirit beasts were still leisurely eating the feed Chen Tian had prepared for them, and they hadn't eaten much. The feed troughs were still full, indicating that not much time had passed since Chen Tian entered the room.

This also indirectly confirmed Chen Tian's idea that, despite experiencing a long time in the illusion, only a short moment had passed in reality.

After figuring this out, Chen Tian pondered for a while, closed the door again, and went back into the room.

Chen Tian stared solemnly at the bone slip, and suddenly extended a finger and drew a line on the slip.

At that time, Chen Tian was too shocked to pay much attention, but now that he had calmed down, Chen Tian realized that the memories that had entered his mind were precisely the memories of that immortal.

Therefore, now when Chen Tian looked at this bone slip again, he could not only know how to open it, but also recognize the originally very obscure and difficult-to-understand characters on it.

After chuckling softly, Chen Tian stopped thinking about other things and stared at the large golden characters floating in front of him with a glint in his eyes.

This was a common script among the immortals, but it had been lost for millions of years.

But now that Chen Tian had inherited the memories of that immortal, these originally incomparably mysterious characters could now be read fluently.

After glancing at these characters, Chen Tian's pupils couldn't help but dilate, because what was recorded on this bone slip turned out to be cultivation formulas of the immortal race.

This couldn't help but stir Chen Tian's heart.

After experiencing the illusion, Chen Tian already knew that the initial cultivation methods of human cultivators were bestowed by the immortals, and humans were only imitating the immortals.

But what was presented before Chen Tian's eyes now was a genuine immortal cultivation technique, so how could he not be moved?

To be honest, after understanding the cause and effect of the matter, Chen Tian looked down on the group of human powerhouses in the illusion.

They not only received great favors from the immortals, but in the end, they rebelled against the immortals and helped the demons slaughter all the immortals.

And what was even more hateful was that after slaughtering the immortals, they changed people's beliefs about the immortals.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian paused and looked up at a portrait of an immortal in the center of the room.

He saw an immortal holding a sword in the portrait. He was extraordinary, his sleeves fluttering, stepping on the clouds, and his eyes released a contemptuous aura that looked down on all living beings.

If he hadn't experienced the illusion, perhaps the image of the immortal in Chen Tian's mind would have really been like this.

But now, Chen Tian knew that he had been deceived.

Immortals were not like this at all.

They were not human-like at all, but giants with tall bodies, three heads, six arms, and golden skin all over.

As for why the current image of immortals had all become human-like?

Presumably, after killing all the immortals, those human cultivators forcibly fabricated it out of guilt.

After all, depicting immortals in human form was more in line with the image in the hearts of mortals.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian suddenly found it ridiculous.

It was clearly because of the rebellion of humans that the real immortals were finally extinct, but now people still desperately yearn for immortality, worship immortals, and try to become immortals.

This has to be said to be an irony.

After shaking his head, Chen Tian stopped paying attention to these things and began to ponder.

To be honest, Chen Tian no longer had any hope for his cultivation aptitude.

He knew that with such poor aptitude, no matter how hard he tried or how diligently he worked, he would not have any major breakthroughs in the end.

So continuing to cultivate would only lead him further and further down the path of failure.

But perhaps it was because God felt Chen Tian was too pitiful, so he suddenly sent him a new choice.

That was to become an immortal and cultivate the immortal's magic.

Yes, after combining the memory of that immortal, Chen Tian knew a way to inherit the bloodline of the immortal race.

And once Chen Tian chose this method, then he would transform from the human race to the immortal race.

Although this was an opportunity, it also contained hidden dangers.

Through the fusion of the immortal's memory, Chen Tian knew that immortals were born with innate supernatural powers, and the hardness of their bodies was far beyond what mortals could compare to.

And what immortals cultivated was not spiritual power, but immortal power.

Immortal power was the beginning of everything, and was naturally one level higher than spiritual power.

So if Chen Tian really wanted to inherit the bloodline of the immortal race, then it meant that he would give up everything he had now, and no one could guess what he would become at that time.

Chen Tian certainly envied the powerful strength of those immortals he saw, but he was also worried that if he inherited the bloodline of the immortal race with a mortal body, he might be crushed to pieces and die.

This was a difficult choice, and also a life-changing choice.

So Chen Tian hesitated.

Should he choose to change, or choose to give up?

For a time, Chen Tian fell into deep thought.

Time passed bit by bit.

The setting sun gradually sank into the bottom of the mountain in the west, and the sky was dark; the rising sun rose from the sea level in the east again, and the earth was bright.

And Chen Tian also thought in his room for a whole day.

After all, this was not a joke, and Chen Tian had to be careful and cautious.

But just as the sun slowly moved to the center of the sky, a sharp light suddenly shot out from Chen Tian's eyes, and he finally made up his mind.

"Rather than living a life without promise, it's better to risk it all!"

Chen Tian finally decided to cultivate.