I practice cultivation cautiously in a strange world

Mundane corresponds to destiny.

Chen Lin confirmed this from the scene in front of him.

But this is only the rule of the inner world, because there are seven upper realms in the inner world, so these rules are extended.

Seven-realm flowers.

I haven't heard such a statement in the Void Realm for the time being.

However, Chen Lin suspected that the upper seven realms in the inner world might just be a microcosm, and it is unknown whether there is such a high-level interface.

He had heard before that the underworld in the inner world is not the real underworld.

Since that is the case, there must be a real underworld.

Further inference.

There are also real gods, immortals, etc.

That terrifying and strange creature may come from this high-level plane.

A random thought flashed through his mind.

Chen Lin gathered his mind and focused on the present.

Whether there is a high-level plane or not, he can't go there, so he still focuses on the present.

Observed carefully for a while.

Although the destiny lines in front are dense, there are still traces to follow, basically winding forward, but there are a lot of intersections.

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

But he did not dare to act rashly.

After observing the lines, he checked himself again.

First check the power of destiny.

After sensing for a long time, he did not sense the existence of the power of destiny, and even the source of talent could not be sensed.

Chen Lin's heart was heavy.

Without the power of destiny, he could not use related magical powers, which was very unfavorable to the current situation.

Then.

He tried to manifest the chess of destiny.

"Huh?"

Chen Lin exclaimed in surprise.

He looked at the manifested black and white chess pieces with unbelievable eyes, and was stunned.

The power of destiny could not be used, but this chess piece could be manifested, which really puzzled him.

This made Chen Lin fall into deep thought.

Is the level of the chess piece too high, exceeding the rules of the Holy Tower, or is the use of this chess piece within the scope allowed by the rules?

Both can be used, but the gap between the two is extremely huge.

After thinking for a while without getting the point, Chen Lin put away the chess piece.

Continue to check other aspects.

Finally, it was determined that nothing could be used except the chess piece of fate, including the death gaze.

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

If it was forced to activate, there was still a slight reaction between the eyebrows, which was a little stronger than other energies.

This showed that the level of the secret method was enough, and he had not practiced it to the point.

The inspection was completed.

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

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

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, and came to the first node.

There were fewer crossing lines at this node, but there were also five, and it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

Chen Lin manifested the chess piece.

After hesitating again and again, he took it back.

This node did not have a dangerous aura that made him palpitate, and there were many nodes ahead, but the chess piece could only be used once, and it should not be wasted here.

In this case.

Chen Lin spit a bubble, randomly chose a line, and tried to cross the node.

But it did not succeed.

Failed to jump up.

The body seemed to be suppressed, and he could not use any strength.

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

No dangerous light appeared.

He easily entered 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 don't have to go out hunting. I will eat less and survive these days. I will go out again when the snow stops."

In the adobe house, a boy of eleven or twelve years old 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 his head 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 to watch your sister and boil some hot water for her to drink, just in time to warm up the house."

After speaking, 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."

The girl, who was already sick, shivered even more under the stimulation of the cold wind.

"Okay, wait, I'll make a fire and it will be warm in a while."

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

He spoke angrily while lighting the fire.

"These damn immortal cultivators, if they hadn't burned all the mountains and forests, how could we worry about burning 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 immortal cultivators so bad? What do they burn the mountains and forests for?"

"I heard they were practicing magic."

The boy shook his head.

Then he gritted his teeth and said, "There is no good thing among the immortal cultivators now. If I become an immortal cultivator, I must be the most powerful one and let them not disturb the lives of mortals."

"Brother will definitely become an immortal cultivator!"

The girl's voice was weak and 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 was dark.

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

The boy was a little panicked.

The hope that had just risen turned into fear.

One night passed,

Because of the fire, the night was still warm.

But the next day, the man had not returned.

The boy was completely panicked.

"Sister, lie down and don't move. I'll go out to find my father and come back at night."

"Brother, be careful."

The girl curled up and her voice was like a mosquito's hum.

The boy looked at the empty house and could only add a tattered piece of clothing to his sister, then walked out of the house with a hatchet.

The snow was flying all over the sky.

The whole village was covered in snow.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, and it looked dead.

Before winter, several immortals came here. For some reason, they used immortal magic to burn all the mountains and forests within a radius of 100 miles.

Even the crops planted by the villagers were gone, and even several villagers who could not avoid it were burned to death.

However, no one cared.

The immortals were chatting and laughing as they flew over the village, not caring about the fate of mortals like them.

The little boy remembered the scene of that day and clenched his fists tightly.

Because his mother was burned to death in that fire.

He hated the immortals.

But if he wanted to take revenge, he had to become an immortal first, otherwise he couldn't even get close to them.

It is said that to become an immortal, you need to have spiritual roots.

The little boy didn't know if he had it, but he often felt itchy between his eyebrows since he was a child, so it should be something special.

"I don't know if there are any methods for mortals to practice in this world. If all mortals can practice, immortals won't be so high and mighty."

The little boy walked forward in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Suddenly, he paused.

He bent down and fumbled in the foot pit for a while, and took out something.