Infernal Artist

"The 'Death Waist Card' has been activated, helping you obtain some kind of temporary identity."

"You can reasonably appear in the current scene."

"Nothing like this has ever been seen in this sequence."

"--let's see what happens next."

The small characters were closed and disappeared into the void.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the barracks was opened, and a strange practitioner walked in holding a torch.

The firelight illuminated the barracks.

"Fellow Taoist, you seem to be recovering well." The practitioner smiled at him.

But looking at his expression, he didn't seem to recognize Liu Ping at all.

——Where did the qi refining monk and his uncle go?

Liu Ping was naturally in good health at this time. He smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for the rescue."

The practitioner waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I didn't save you. You lay there for three days and three nights. Fortunately, this bottle of resurrection powder worked, otherwise you would have been in trouble."

He raised the bottle containing Huisheng Powder and motioned towards Liu Ping.

Liu Ping looked at the other party calmly and suddenly smiled: "Fellow Taoist, are you the only one here? Where are the others?"

"They all went to the front line. It is said that something happened." The practitioner said.

Liu Ping asked: "What happened?"

"I'm not sure. If you go to a crowded place and ask, you might be able to find out something," the other party said.

"...No, I'm still a little dizzy." Liu Ping groaned.

The practitioner was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and inserted the torch in his hand into the open space in front of Liu Ping's stretcher.

"Then you rest for a while, and when you want to come out, come out with a torch." After the practitioner finished speaking, he turned and left.

In the barracks, silence returned again.

Liu Ping glanced at the blazing torch, then turned to look into the void.

Lines of small characters are staying there:

"Act 1."

"This is the beginning, and the beginning of your choice of your own path."

"Synopsis:"

"The war ahead has come to an end. You unexpectedly woke up from the tomb and are facing a choice of fate."

"Based on the existing strategies:"

"Those who report to the vanguard camp will gain military merit, thus winning fame, skills, and wealth;"

"Those who go to the Xiaoqi camp will get to know disciples of various sects;"

"Those who arrive at the armory have a certain chance of obtaining treasures."

"——You need to compete with others."

"The practitioner in charge of this place will decide the direction you want to go based on your performance."

"After your direction is decided, there will be follow-up plot prompts."

Liu Ping read it quickly and asked in his mind: "Why didn't you tell me when we came here last time?"

Lines of burning small characters appeared in the void:

"You must be reminded of this sequence."

"The font of this series is a cool burning body. It is unique and cannot be faked. Seeing the words is like seeing the preface."

"Those crooked words are not a reminder of this sequence."

"——They come from the death belt you obtained."

Liu Ping's eyes narrowed.

I see.

Everything in the world of spiritual practice is set up.

If people from outside come in, there are even detailed strategies.

They only need to follow the prompts to move to the corresponding plot and gain something in the world of practice.

——How does this not look like a play?

suddenly.

Lines of burning small characters appeared in the void again:

"Report a special situation."

"The current hidden time and space has been discovered, and an unknown existence is about to invade the current time and space!"

Liu Ping immediately stood up, took out the double-barreled shotgun, and filled it with two sacred bullets.

He held a long gun and looked around cautiously.

The next second.

A female voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

The void spread out in all directions like a broken curtain, and then, a little girl with shawl-long hair walked in.

She had a pair of blood-red gem-like pupils. She stared at Liu Ping for a few times and waved to him without looking back.

The void closed behind her.

"It turns out it's you." Liu Ping said.

He had no grievances with the other party, and even produced two poisonous monster corpses for the other party to eat.

certainly.

The other party also told him some secrets.

I don’t know why the other party appears this time.

"When we first met, I told you that the world of cultivation is just a show." The little girl said.

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

"The first act is the chosen starting point. A person can only come once, but you have appeared here for the second time - this is an unexplainable paradox for the entire world of practice." The little girl added road.

"I'm just a little monk, how can I have so much energy?" Liu Ping said with a smile.

"Because you are an exception." The little girl said.

"Exception?" Liu Pingqi asked.

The little girl nodded and said, "Yes, even those practitioners who have reawakened or seized their bodies, and even those who resisted, think they have seen something clearly, but in fact they are just a part of the plot, and you are not."

Liu Ping thought of the monks who had helped him before.

Even the previous generation of demon kings.

There is also Senior Sister Li who wraps her black hair around her hand.

If everything is a woven drama... then...

"They're all under control... what about me? What am I?" he asked.

"You are a person who is not in the plot at all. You come back to life and have an impact on the plot. This impact can be big or small. The key lies in...your position." The little girl said.

"I would like to hear the details." Liu Ping said.

The little girl said: "If you stand on the side of the living world, then follow the plot prompts produced by the living world. In this case, the plot of the spiritual world will not change in any way, and some mistakes caused by you will gradually change. becomes less important and becomes negligible.”

"What if I stand on the side of the spiritual world?" Liu Ping asked.

The little girl looked around, stepped forward, and gently raised the torch left by the previous practitioner.

The firelight illuminated her face.

"You already have a formal status in the living world. If you stand on the side of the living world, you can completely save yourself. From now on, as a living person, in order to let light illuminate the earth, to save the living people, and to get rid of the eternal night. Fight in the darkness." The little girl said calmly.

"What if I side with the world of cultivation?" Liu Ping asked again.

"No one knows what will happen, but one thing is certain." The little girl said.

"What?"

"The plot of the spiritual world will collapse because of you. Although it will take some time, this is an irreversible point."

The little girl handed him the torch.

"Choose the living world, go out with this torch, connect with the practitioner, and get various benefits according to the plot."

“If you choose to practice in the world, do something else—anything will do.”

The little girl took a few steps back and looked at Liu Ping seriously.

Time passes slowly.

Liu Ping thought for a while and said:

"I once saw a practitioner who jumped off the cliff many times in a row and was killed by various traps according to the destiny he was given."

"It has nothing to do with my position, I just think——"

"If this is light, then light is what I despise."

"No one should be controlled by someone else."

The little girl listened carefully, her eyes gradually becoming darker.

"So, what's your decision?" she asked.

Liu Ping summoned up his spiritual power and blew hard on the torch.

The fire suddenly went out.

The light faded.

Darkness enveloped everything.

"Just make it unpredictable."

Liu Ping said calmly.