Chen Yi has always been prudent. He plans carefully before taking action, thinks twice before acting, and only fights battles that he is sure to win.
Therefore, in order to confirm that his entry into the long river of time would not have a profound impact on the historical direction of Ziwei Continent, he came to the time node more than eight thousand years ago when he just crossed over.
The memory of the period of confusion in the womb could not be traced, or it did not exist. He only clearly remembered that when he first opened his eyes, he was in the wilderness, the wind blew the leaves, the shade of the trees swayed, the sun was warm, and a wild wolf took small steps and walked leisurely towards him...
At that time, he was still a baby, not swaddled, not crying, lying on a soft banana leaf, looking at the wolf calmly with clear eyes, thinking that the wolf's sharp teeth biting on his body must be a bit painful...
That was the closest he had ever been to death.
Then, a kind-looking old man drove away the wolf and saved him from being broken.
The old man is a cultivator named Chen Dalei. Unfortunately, his talent is not very good. After practicing for more than 50 years, he has only reached the eighth level of foundation building.
The natural lifespan of a person in the foundation-building stage is five hundred years, which means that the old man doesn’t have many years left to live.
At that time, the old man was very exhausted, and in the last moments of his life, he was so quiet that he wanted to find a good feng shui site to bury himself while he still had some strength.
In the end, he didn't find a good feng shui site, but he got a fat and fair grandson.
Originally, he wanted to find a good family to raise the child, but the old man had been lonely for half his life. Looking at the child's big watery eyes, he softened his heart and decided to personally raise this grandson in the last days of his life, even though he had never been a father but had jumped to be a grandfather...
It was such a joyful time!
It was also the most relaxing and comfortable day in Chen Yi's life.
In his early years, he was alone and had no relatives. He worked like a cow or a horse to earn a little money. When he had a rare chance to relax, he eventually collapsed and died in that dim rented house. It was really unfair to the kind landlord...
And, although the old man is not very wealthy, as a casual cultivator, even if he is poor, he will not let Chen Yi starve.
At the same time, he has a wide range of knowledge and always has twisted ideas. He often makes up stories for little Chen Yi to listen to, such as that fairies in the sky also poop, and that when it rains, fairies are peeing, so that little Chen Yi should not go out and get wet...
Chen Yi learned a lot from him. Although he grew up and saw a wider world, he knew that all this was just the old man's fabricated imagination, but so what?
The old man introduced him to the 㰱 world. Although the 㰱 world has changed beyond all recognition, putting facts aside, is there nothing wrong with the 㰱 world?
Therefore, Chen Yi does not accept the general understanding, he has his own logic.
If you raise the people to confuse them but don't change your mind, the whole world will be suspicious but you won't change your ways!
This is what the old man taught him!
It was a pity that on the day when he just turned eighteen and broke through the foundation-building stage.
Before I had the chance to tell the old man the news, as soon as I arrived at the thatched hut, I saw him lying in the rocking chair in front of the door, with a kind and gentle smile on his face, the sun shining on his body, and he was lazy, just like usual, waiting for him to come back from his practice at the door.
At that time, he still didn't understand what separation and death meant, but as a person in the foundation-building stage, he could easily sense that the old man in the rocking chair had already passed away.
At that moment, he felt as if his heart was being pierced by ten thousand needles. He suffocated in an instant and his eyes went black.
The old man still taught him one last lesson.
If you don’t become an immortal, you will end up being an ant!
Chen Yi buried the old man, knelt in front of his grave, cried and laughed, his clothes wet with tears, and vowed to make a name for himself and to see the scenery that he had never seen!
That was the last time Chen Yi cried.
From then on, a legend was born.
And now, Chen Yi came here against the long river of time.
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Huanxing Mountain is lush and green, with gurgling streams and clear springs.
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