The moon disappeared into the sky, and the dawning morning sun radiated a thousand rays of light, illuminating the sky and the earth.

The thrilling night for Qinghe Town has finally passed.

The mayor led everyone to clean up the chaos, took out the medicinal herbs in the warehouse and stewed them with the blood and flesh of the fierce beasts, and distributed them to all the wounded, busy from night until the morning rose.

Old man Sun, who had been a military doctor in the town, was busy with his feet not touching the ground, and batches of ointments and bandages were used one by one.

In addition to treating the wounded, he also brought some bad news.

During this night, fierce fighting broke out in Qinghe Town, and some people were seriously wounded, and now they are barely saving their lives, and some people are forever left yesterday.

The blow of the blood coagulation master was so powerful that many people were killed on the spot, and they couldn't even save it.

The cruelty of martial arts fighting is clearly shown here.

The corpses, which had fallen in the rubble and rubble, were put into coffins and placed in the lobby in the center of the town.

The white cloth flutters and sways in the wind.

Also wafting in the wind were the cries of children and women, echoing through the town.

They themselves may have spoken out in the army and were not afraid of death, but the wives and children they left behind were full of grief.

The deceased is gone, but those who remain are forever left with regrets.

The pillars of certain families, the husbands of certain women, and the fathers of certain children, closed their eyes forever.

Yuwei sat in the room, looking up at the window.

From the window of his room, a sad mood emanated from the town, and everyone was sentimental.

With his extraordinary sight, he can see the lobby in the village and clearly see every sad person in the lobby.

In the lobby draped in white cloth, nine coffins were placed in an orderly manner, and family members stood beside them, either weeping or silent.

Next to one of the coffins, Yuwei saw familiar faces.

A boy named "Xiao Ming" once came to call him home, standing next to his mother, holding a little girl.

In front of him was the middle-aged man stationed at the tower.

The middle-aged man was lying in the coffin at the moment, the scars on his body had been covered, and his face was peaceful, as if he was asleep.

He is Yuwei's next-door neighbor, Xiao Ming's father, a friend of Lu Zhan, and it is said that he is also his comrade-in-arms from the same martial arts.

When Yuwei was a child, she also saw this uncle come to the house, drink with her father, and even tease the young Yuwei.

In his eyes, this uncle is also an elder in this life.

The serious and upright face in the eyes of others is a kind and amiable uncle next door in front of Yuwei.

But that expression will never appear again.

Yuwei's gaze turned to look at Xiao Ming.

The boy stared at his father in the coffin, his eyes wide.

This boy is his childhood friend, although Yuwei has always had a cold attitude, but the boy still persistently came up.

Maybe it's just because of his pleasing appearance, or maybe it's Yuwei's intelligence that makes him admire, but this boy is the child who has the best relationship with him after all.

Although in Yuwei's opinion, this ten-year-old child is really full of stupidity, naïve to the point of being a little stupid.

Now, Xiao Ming didn't have a smile on his face, just looked at his father who was no longer moving.

Next to him, his sister, who was much younger than him, bit her finger and shook her brother's hand:

"Brother, what's wrong with Daddy?"

Their mothers turned around at this time, their eyes shining with tears, and bent down to hug them.

"Daddy, like His Majesty the First Emperor, went to heaven."

The young girl didn't understand this, and just nodded ignorantly.

But the boy vaguely understood that his father would never be seen again.

The great emptiness hit his heart, and the memories of his past time with his father broke his heart.

The boy let out a cry of anguish.

The other townspeople around also showed sadness in their eyes.

Life and death are always so sad.

Even if he received a long education in the military mansion and the military government, he had long been aware of death, and he struggled on the line of life and death in peacetime, but he couldn't be open-minded at this time.

Death itself is not terrible, terrible is something that was taken for granted in the past but will never come back now, causing a hollowness in the heart.

The jade's golden eyes couldn't help but darken, and they looked away.

He muttered to himself faintly, as if sighing:

"Death..."

As a person in an immortal society where almost all people are immortal, it is difficult for Yuwei to experience a normal death.

His compatriots, his relatives, are all immortal monks, all immortal immortals who will not die if they are blown to pieces, and they can be resurrected in situ with a touch of true self-destruction.

But this does not mean that Yuwei does not understand death.

In the Universal Tribulation, the immortal immortals have died countless times, the stars are falling like rain, and even Yuwei herself is a small point in the rainstorm.

In the immortal society, the feelings of fellow Taoists and Taoist friends cultivated over a long period of time are not as intense, but they are by no means inferior to the family affection of mortals.

Taoist friends, fellow Taoists, masters and apprentices, fellow travelers on the road of eternal life, intimacy is more than blood, not verbal talk.

When the infinite immortals die together, the most indifferent immortals will also give birth to infinite sorrow.

In times of great calamity, this grief will be suppressed and struggle to fight against the calamity.

But Yuwei survived the catastrophe, and often thought back on the past and thought about those colleagues who didn't know if they existed.

The memories of the immortals are vivid, everything is crystal clear, and they are never forgotten.

The life of an immortal is extremely long, countless times the life of ordinary people, the feelings they experience are longer-term, the touching of their experience is richer, and the brilliance of their hearts is also more magnificent.

This kind of memory is also far beyond the heaviness of ordinary people, and a little loss of it can make grief more than mortals can bear.

Only the state of mind of an immortal like Yuwei, who has withstood the test of the Great Dao, can suppress this sadness and maintain his own emotions.

But that doesn't mean that the immortals don't have sorrow.

On the contrary, the sorrow is greater and can last longer, but the tenacity of the immortal's heart is greater than that of this "huge sorrow", and the tributaries of emotions are contained in an endless sea.

On the surface, it seems that he is too forgetful, experiencing feelings, bearing emotions, but not being moved by emotions, and not letting emotions interfere with his thinking.

But among them, the feelings still exist, but they can't disturb the firm thoughts of the immortals.

Now seeing the death of the person who can be called "uncle", Yuwei also feels something.

What's more, this dead acquaintance is a chance he has a chance to save.

When they died, they were no more than a hundred feet away.

This distance, not to mention immortals, is even a blink of an eye in the eyes of martial artists.

For Yuwei, who coagulates blood, he will step out, and there will be a way to save him if he stretches out his hand.

It's a pity that at that time, Yuwei was breaking through the blood coagulation realm and was powerless to make a move.

This short time difference resulted in the death of several people.

If he moves more slowly, I'm afraid that the entire Qinghe Town will die.

At present, these nine coffins are already the result of his shot, and they are the "luck in misfortune" of his defeat of the enemy.

But this still means that he has nine people who have not been saved.

Yuwei couldn't help lowering her eyes and sighed at the life that couldn't be saved.

He said silently in his heart: "If I still have some immortal realm, how can I allow this kind of tragedy to happen, and even the dead can be recovered." ”

Of course, Yuwei also understands that this is just an empty word, just an "if".

"After all, it's a lack of strength."

Yuwei's gaze became heavy, and there was a flow of light.

It is difficult for the weak to save others, but it is easy to lose their own lives.

Only the strong have a way to save people, but the power of the strong is also exhausted, and they can't save everyone.

In this world, there are too many life-and-death battles, natural disasters, epidemics, and longevity.

The strong are powerless to save sentient beings.

Yuwei's eyes were shining, and she murmured in her room:

"Ordinary strong people can't do it, only by becoming immortals and gods can they save sentient beings."

As he once said, all the deficiencies are just that the realm is not high enough.

A thought of an immortal, sweeping the stars, down to the atom, if there is a heart to maintain, its mana is enough to restrain everything in the world, "gently" to care for hundreds of millions of living beings.

The thoughts of the immortals can stir up thunder, calm the waves, calm the earthquakes, cut off the epidemics, stop the strife, and guide the kingdom.

Even death can be avoided.

If the realm is sufficient, this kind of physical death is not the end at all, and there can still be a divine soul leaving the body and reshaping the physical body.

If the realm is a little higher, even the soul is not considered death, and there can still be a primordial spirit remaining, and the pure yang god will not be destroyed.

A little higher, even the destruction of divine thoughts is not considered death, and there is still the existence of the true self of the Immortal Dao, there is no need for a carrier, I think, therefore I am.

The higher the realm, the farther away from death.

That's why you need to practice.

The greatest meaning of spiritual practice is to overcome death.

So that short-lived species can also get the right to eternal life.

This is also the original intention of the establishment of the cultivation system of the Immortal Dao and even other gods.

Immortals, immortal and long-sighted, eternal and immortal.

Immortality is the fear of death, and immortality is the fear of death.

Death is the end, which can turn everything in life into dust, and all splendor into blankness.

Fortunately, there are ancient sages who opened up the path of cultivation.

In such a way, man is able to overcome death.

The purpose of cultivation is to transcend death and make one's path have no "end".

He lived longer until he died.

Save more people, even the dead.

Only by overcoming death can we experience more things, witness more beautiful scenes, and practice a longer path.

Immortal Dao never speaks of "reincarnation", because death is death, and it is the ultimate loss.

Except for Yuwei, who is "reincarnated" for some reason, Immortal Dao never recognizes reincarnation.

Because the same consciousness that the immortal Dao asks for, after a lifetime, he is no longer that person.

But there is no reincarnation, but there are "four deaths".

Not the four ways of dying, but the four stages of dying.

People die as ghosts, ghosts die as deaf, deaf death as hope, and hope dies as razor.

After the death of a cultivator's body, if his soul remains, he will become a ghost, and he can abandon his body to become a ghost.

But if the soul is gone, even if the ghost is dead, then there will be only a remnant of thoughts, which is for the sake of hearing.

Ruo Deaf is also dead, and there is not even a thought left, and there is only a trace of information left in heaven and earth that he once existed, and it is for him to turn a blind eye to it.

Nozomi no longer exists, like being thrown into a black hole, but there is still a faint amount of information, converted into other physical quantities, leaving traces in the horizon and afterimages in cosmic radiation.

If there is a great power to see the past and the future, you can still see its afterimage, maybe you can use great mana to recall it.

But Lian Xi is also dead, the afterimage of the past does not exist, it has not been circulated for eternity, and there is no relevant information in the universe, so it is unheard.

At the same time, it is also none.

This is the four deaths.

The death of the body is a ghost, the death of the soul is a deafness, the death of a thought is a hope, and the death of information is a ruin.

After four deaths, I can't see it, I can't hear it, it's Xiyi. Return to nothingness and return to the avenue.

From the stages of death, step by step approaching the real disappearance, the real end, the real nothingness.

Death of the flesh.

Death of the soul.

The death of information.

The death of existence.

Cultivating the Immortal Dao is to overcome these four forms of death.

Therefore, there is the condensation of the soul, the achievement of the primordial spirit, the eternal existence of the true self, and the fundamental road that is not grinding.

If the realm is higher, it can also condense all its own existence and imprint it into the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Even if it is thrown into a black hole and pressed to the point that only mass, angular momentum, and electric charge remain, everything else becomes electromagnetic radiation, it can reproduce from the disturbance in the dark.

That kind of spiritual light has become a great avenue, promoted to a higher level, does not need an information carrier, exists by itself, and all calamities are indelible, which is an innate and inextinguishable spiritual light.

These realms, all means, all originate from the confrontation against death.

And memory backup, soul healing, information remodeling, particle regression, and time reboot are also to fight death and redeem the dead.

Everything is for the victory over death.

The death of the townspeople made Yuwei's thoughts clearer.

Yuwei looked at the lobby and looked at the cold coffins:

"Necessary, get stronger, get back more power."

However, he returned to the immortal god alone, and he could take care of one realm, but he could not truly expand to "sentient beings".

So, new ideas came out of the bottom of my mind.

Yuwei's golden pupils drooped, and she thought lightly:

"The beings of this world are not beyond death."

"There is no eternal life, and there is no power to restore death."

The cries outside the bed came one after another, bringing sadness into Yuwei's ears.

In this sadness, Yuwei felt the perception of life and death in her heart.

Originally, I just wanted to teach the fairy way to my parents, but I quietly changed.

"Maybe, I can do more."

"Teach the world the true way of transcending death."

Yuwei buried such thoughts deep in her heart.

Now, he can't do that kind of thing.

But Yuwei never says big things, and he will firmly implement what he has identified.

The idea of "giving sentient beings the way to immortality" has already been born in the heart, and we will never give up easily.

I can't do it now, it's just that there are still shortcomings.

Yuwei already had an idea and began to look for a way to implement it.

For this reason, he looked down at the "Xuan Seed" in his hand.

On the small hands of jade-like white jade, there was a trace of dust like sand.

No one could have imagined that this was the original "Xuan Seed" with golden light flashing and spiritual light self-generated.

The current Xuan Seed has completely lost its spirituality, and it has no longer regained the appearance of the original golden beads, turning into a touch of sand in the palm of Yuwei's palm.

At this time, because of its stored aura, it has been fully absorbed by Yuwei and refined into a wisp of divine thought.

While talking to her parents, Yuwei ran the visualization map and moved the aura in it.

He is an immortal who has really seen Emperor Ziwei, and his understanding of the Emperor's Great Dao may be better than the existence of the picture back then.

In that visualization diagram, Yu Wei easily saw through the principle and extracted a method of condensing divine thoughts with a small amount of spiritual energy.

The method of absorbing aura taught by the Taoist was also easily cracked by him, and with a single thought, he attracted all the aura into his body.

After that, the condensation of divine thoughts is even simpler.

The true self of the immortals is originally carried by aura.

He cultivated his divine thoughts, but he used visualization maps to guide the aura into his mind, and then attached the true self of the immortals to it.

All this does not even need to be guided, as soon as the aura appears, the immortal true self naturally operates, attaches to it, and turns into a divine thought.

This divine thought, Yu Wei divided a small part and used it on Lu Zhan and Bai Wan

Yuwei's moral concept is different from that of the heavens, so naturally she did not peep into the memories of the two, but used her divine thoughts to weave a layer of information barrier and cover the memories of the two.

Anyone who peeks into their memories will be led to another outcome, avoiding the truth that Yuwei told last night.

Yuwei confessed to her parents, and naturally took into account the risks, so she would not let her parents be involved in danger.

Therefore, he cultivated a little divine thought, and he did not hesitate to use it on his parents.

Right now, there is only a very small wisp of divine thought left on his body.

For this divine thought, he drained the entire Xuan Seed, and let this spiritual self-contained divine object turn into dust.

This method is tantamount to killing a chicken to take eggs, smashing the items that keep giving birth to a small number of divine thoughts, and taking out the divine thoughts in them.

The original Xuan Seed can recover slowly, and a wisp of spiritual energy can be used to the limit, which can support hundreds of years of cultivation.

The aura that was enough to support Yuwei's cultivation for hundreds of years and condensed into a divine soul was consumed overnight.

The result of this exchange is just a very small divine thought, not to mention condensing into a divine soul, and even revealing it out of the body is a little reluctant.

Yuwei showed a satisfied look.

He looked at the dust in his hand that had been a mysterious seed, and his heart moved.

Some invisible force emanated from the center of the eyebrows, traveled through the air, and threw into the dust of the palms.

Then, suddenly, the dusty substance moved, and began to shrink inward, becoming smaller and smaller.

The process was very slow, but Yuwei stared seriously, her eyes not blinking.

After dozens of breaths, the entire dust disappeared completely, and an invisible force recovered, returning to the heart of Yuwei's eyebrows.

Yuwei finally showed a little smile, and swept away a bit of dullness in staring at death:

"It works."

In his mind, the fluctuating divine thought grew a little.

This means that the "True Law of Matter and Spirit" inherited from the Heavenly Court can be used freely.

In other words, the "Substance and Reiki Conversion Program" can be carried out perfectly.