Infinite true path

"What!? Did I hear wrongly? He is actually a waste."

"Thanks to Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi, he opened the Infinite Taoist Platform for him. This is really the funniest thing I have ever seen."

"Isn't that true? I thought he would become the most eye-catching person in this Immortal Fate Meeting because of his unparalleled character and qualifications. I didn't expect that the attention would be genuine, in this way."

"Oh, this kid, it's such a pity that he has such a good nature..."

"I think that Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi took a fancy to him and wanted to accept him as his disciple. You must know that Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi is one of the sword-wielding elders of Yijian Peak. He wields the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and his cultivation is unfathomable. Unexpectedly, he has no qualifications. Now, let alone Immortal Master Xuanyuanzi, it is impossible for any other sect to accept Huan Yin."

"Why?"

"No predestined relationship, that is, no immortal destiny. No matter how high his xinxing is, one year of hard training is equivalent to one day of cultivation for others. Do you think he still has a chance to become an immortal?"

Huan Yin's test results caused a lot of commotion, and there was a lot of discussion, and everyone felt incredible about the results. You must know that those who have no predestined qualifications will be eliminated directly. Such qualifications are too poor and are not suitable for cultivating immortals. No matter how good other conditions are, they are useless.

In the distance, Xuanyuanzi's originally hopeful eyes suddenly became disappointed. Even with the certainty that he had been enlightened for many years, he couldn't help but shake his head.

High above, Yue Qingfeng snorted coldly and laughed softly: "He is actually a waste, haha."

Ye Wuyou was at the side, holding his hands tightly, his whole body trembling, veins bulging on his thin face, and flames seemed to be spurting out of his eyes, but he forced himself not to have an attack.

Shen Ling stood on the "Wuyong" platform and kept looking for Huan Yin on the "Wuyuan" platform. Her little face was full of worry.

Huan Yin stood on the "No Fate" platform and lowered his head silently. He was so eager to cultivate immortality, and this desire rekindled his hope in the darkest moments of his life. When he was rated as having the best xinxing in the first level of the test, his blood boiled even more. He wants to prove himself and become an amazing immortal!

However, the passion he had ignited was now extinguished. No destiny, no destiny, I actually have no destiny to become an immortal, I can't become an immortal. He thought of Wuyou and Shen Ling, but he never raised his head to look at them again. He didn't dare. Wuyou and Shen Ling were both capable of cultivating immortals. If he looked at them again, maybe they would hesitate and give up on cultivating immortals along with him, which would harm them. He wanted to hide himself in a corner where they couldn't see him, and then, once the Immortal Fate Meeting was over, he would leave here silently and never appear in front of them again.

"Hey, look, this is the kid named Huan Yin. Hey, it's a pity that such a good kid is like me." People around Huan Yin noticed him and whispered.

"You stand high, but you fall hard. This kid has such a good heart, but he has no qualifications. It's really hard on him. I hope he doesn't get too confused."

"This is fate, you have to accept it. I thought he was so powerful, but he turned out to be the same as us. He should just go home and farm."

Huan Yin tightened his fists and then loosened them. Fate is so cruel, how can he resist it? If he is given a chance, he will definitely cultivate immortality. Even if he has endless qualifications, as long as he has the opportunity, he will be more diligent than others and do better than others. He believes that diligence can make up for his weakness. However, fate really dealt him blows again and again.

The tests on the field were still going on, but Huan Yin didn't care anymore. He knew that he had been eliminated. What he wants to do is to leave as soon as possible. Everything here has nothing to do with him anymore.

After the test, no good qualifications appeared again. In the end, Wuyou and Yue Qingfeng became the most qualified people this time.

"We are going to conduct entry-level selections for each sect. Those who have not qualified for the qualification platform are asked to leave first." After everyone's test was over, an immortal master stepped onto the high platform for qualification testing and shouted loudly.

When Huan Yin heard this, he lowered his head and walked off the stage quickly as if he had been pardoned. He didn't want people to find him again. He wanted to disappear from here quickly. He didn't want to hear people talking about him anymore.

Many of the immortal masters who were watching looked over again and sighed when Huan Yin walked away.

Wuyou and Shen Ling still kept looking for Huan Yin among the undestined people, but there were too many undestined people and they couldn't find him. When the undestined people left the scene, Wuyou and Shen Ling knew that Huan Yin didn't want to be found by them, so they reluctantly gave up the search.

After Huan Yin left the Xianyuan Association, he ran away. He kept running and ran very far until he reached the moat outside Yangzhou City and then stopped.

The wind blew by, taking away a glimmer of hope in his heart. Why is his fate so rough and why is God treating him so unfairly?

He was just an eight-year-old child, how could he face such a series of blows? Huan Yin wanted to give up this life. He was really tired and in pain. When he was in the Huan family, he had to use his young body and mind to face the oppression and blows of life. Later, he met Wuyou, his brother, and he thought he would no longer be lonely in life. Now, fate has taken Wuyou away from him again.

But if he really gave up this life, how could he live up to his father's expectations of him and Sister Jiujiu's devotion to him?

"My child, do you still want to become an immortal?" A sudden voice sounded from behind Huan Yin, and it seemed to be a familiar voice.

Huan Yin was startled, and turned around to see an old man in a golden Taoist robe standing behind him. He had kind eyes and white hair, and a youthful face. It was the old Taoist Ci Yuanling who saved him, Wuyou, and Shen Ling in the mountains that day.

"Old immortal." Huan Yin bowed down. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable intimacy with the old Taoist, and finally couldn't stop crying.

Ci Yuanling stepped forward to help Huan Yin up, squatted down, and wiped the tears from his face. Huan Yin had such a close contact with the old man for the first time. There seemed to be an unfathomable depth in his kind eyes, and there were tens of millions of years of precipitation contained in it.

"You are only eight years old, but you have a strong heart and have gone through many hardships without giving up. I am not as good as you." The old man Ci Yuanling said softly.

"Old immortal, I can't cultivate immortality." Huan Yin said frustratedly.

"Child, what do you think your fate is?" the old man asked.

"It's tortuous and hard to find hope."

"What about that disabled person?"

Huan Yin thought about it, but didn't speak.

"You were eliminated by the Immortal Fate Association, but you just didn't have the chance to cultivate immortality this time. But has any immortal master ever said that you can't cultivate immortality without the aptitude?"

"But cultivating immortality without the aptitude is harder than ascending to heaven, and no immortal master has taken a fancy to me, so how can I cultivate immortality?"

"It is rumored that Lu Ya Zhenren of Ziyin Sect only had the aptitude when he first entered the Tao, and what is his achievement now?"

Huan Yin looked at the old man in disbelief, and the old man said: "Although aptitude is important, it is not the most important factor in cultivating immortality. The Tao is boundless, and it requires a boundless heart to encompass it. If there is an obsession with seeking the Tao in your heart, then the bad fate can be reversed. If the heart is limited, even if the aptitude is extraordinary, it is trapped in the heart."

"Old immortal, please teach me!" Huan Yin understood the old man's words and bowed down again.

"You are so young and you can understand it at once, it's rare!" The old man nodded and said approvingly.

"Go to the mountains east of Yangzhou City, where there is a river called Qingchuan. Go upstream along the west side of the river and find a huge black stone with countless sword marks on it. After finding this stone, wait there."

"What am I waiting for, old immortal." Huan Yin raised his head, but he didn't see the old man. Only a sentence came from afar: "Qingchuan Stone in Qingchuan River, Wuliang Chi under Wuliang Mountain."

Huan Yin bowed to the sky again, and then stood up. The old man's words were still in his ears. Although his fate was rough, there were still people who were worse than him.

The book said: "The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." As long as you don't give up, there is hope.

He straightened his clothes, washed off his tears by the moat, and returned to the city again.

After some inquiries, Huan Yin knew how to get to Qingchuan River, ate a few steamed buns, and walked into the mountains.

Qingchuan River, named for its clear green water, is a small river outside Yangzhou City, not far from Wuliangmen, the smallest sect of immortal cultivation in Yangzhou. Huanyin walked out of the east gate, headed east, crossed the narrow fields, and gradually walked into the mountains.

After a while, Huanyin found Qingchuan River. The clear river water reflected colorful light in the sun, sprinkled on Huanyin's body. Huanyin followed the old man's instructions and went upstream along the west side of the river. Not long after, he found the stone.

This black boulder is as tall as two people. It stands by the river, much higher than the river bank, and can be seen from a distance. There are countless grooves and scratches on the boulder, some of which are more than a foot deep, and some are so shallow that they are difficult to distinguish.

"This is the sword mark that the old immortal said." Huanyin thought to himself as he touched the marks on the stone.

Who made these sword marks, especially those sword marks that were more than a foot deep - perhaps they should be called sword pits - what kind of sharp sword could pierce so deep.

"Immortal sword!" Huan Yin suddenly thought.

"The old immortal guided me to worship a sword immortal as my teacher!" Thinking of this, Huan Yin couldn't help but get excited. He immediately sat down under a green pine not far from the stone and waited silently.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Huan Yin waited silently from morning to night. After a long time, until night fell, not to mention the sword immortal, even mortals did not pass by this place. He was sleepy, cold and hungry, shivering all over, but he insisted on not leaving. He wanted to cultivate immortality, and these hardships were nothing.

Huan Yin waited quietly like this, he didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that if he took a nap, the immortal fate would slip away from him. He thought that there would definitely be a sword immortal flying from the sky and accepting him as a disciple.

In this way, Huanyin waited for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, but no immortal appeared. In the middle of the third night, it rained heavily, and the rain splashed on Huanyin's body, making him curl up in the cold. Gradually, his young body could no longer hold on and fainted under the tree.

Huanyin had a miserable life. Will there be a blessing from God? Please listen to the next chapter for details! Thank you for reading, ten thousand bows!