A man in a straw raincoat paused while looking at the fishing rod in his hand, raised his head to look at the strange scene in the wilderness, turned around, picked up the wine gourd beside him, raised his head and took a sip.

"This wedding wine tastes good." Jiang Ziya smiled gently.

"Old friend, do you have any more wine?" asked He Qiang, who was also fishing nearby.

"Yes, someone is treating me to a drink today."

Jiang Ziya picked up another gourd and threw it to He Qiang next to him.

"You didn't come home from fishing, and your wife didn't look for you?"

"That woman won't be able to enter the room when I go back tonight. Ignore her. I'm not going back tonight." He Qiang said after raising his head and taking a sip of wine.

"Hahahahaha, interesting." Jiang Ziya smiled and continued fishing.

…

The underworld, the heaven beyond heaven, and all the major powerful places in the three realms were all alarmed by the strange phenomenon, but they did not know its source.

Lin Han was immersed in a strange state, as if he was trapped in reincarnation.

They transformed into insects, chickens, ducks, birds, dogs and pigs, died in the attempt to stop a chariot with their arms, and were reborn as butterflies emerging from their cocoons.

They transform into plants in the grassland, are destroyed in wildfires, are reborn, and are then eaten by cattle and sheep.

Transform into a wild beast in the forest, hunt animals, and then be attacked by other beasts, repeating the cycle of the survival of the fittest.

Transform into imps, evil spirits, soldiers and generals from hell, die and be reborn in the battle.

He transformed himself into a peddler in the human world, performed on the streets, farmed in the fields, migrated among refugees, killed enemies on the battlefield, enjoyed himself in the halls of his parents, begged on the roadside, and cycled through birth, old age, sickness and death.

He transformed into a heavenly soldier, died and was reborn while fighting against demons, extinguished himself in the five decays of heavenly beings, and reentered the cycle of reincarnation.

The fate of all beings seems to be connected by an invisible thread, chaotic yet with a certain order.

The lines of fate were drawn into a mark of life, which was transmitted from Hou Tu's soul into Lin Han's body.

The mark was so strange that Lin Han could not comprehend its meaning, but only felt its boundless power. Even if he was a saint, he could not touch the Dao within this mark.

When the mark took shape, Lin Han only felt Hou Tu's endless golden light of merit surging towards him, and all the laws of Taoism that he had comprehended were transferred to him.

Reincarnation, life and death, yin and yang, cause and effect, immortals, ghosts, demons, witches...

The roads were particularly clear in Lin Han's spiritual eyes and were within reach.

Lin Han did not dare to be careless and focused on understanding with his mind.

He now touches Hou Tu's soul, understands the way of reincarnation, and comprehends Hou Tu's way in reincarnation.

Lin Han was not stingy either. He poured out all the great laws of humanity, the way of devouring, the way of time and space, the way of the emperor, and passed them into Hou Tu's soul.

Hou Tu's soul is also comprehending his way.

The two souls combine to form a special cycle, and the laws circulate between their souls.

Until the end, Lin Han woke up from the cycle of reincarnation, and the soul in front of him was naturally asleep, but between the eyebrows of her soul, there was a mark of destiny that was exactly the same as Lin Han's soul.

All night, until dawn.