"I'm just an ordinary old man."

"Boy, although the result can't be changed, but you can change the process?" After saying this mysterious sentence, the figure of the old man disappeared in front of the cultivator's eyes.

Practice, on the other hand, is also a return to one's own "body".

"Little one, the old man can help you one last time." The old man appeared above the canopy, and if Ye stood here, he would find that the person in front of him was the lord of reincarnation.

Zhixiu raised his eyes, and kept recalling what the old man said just now, what did that mean?

"The outcome can't be changed, but the process can be changed?"

When Erya heard this, she also asked curiously, "Brother, what do you mean by this? What is the result?"

Zhixiu woke up from his thoughts, looked at his sister in front of him, smiled and rubbed Erya's head.

"Nothing, let's play."

When Erya heard Zhixiu's perfunctory answer, although she was a little unhappy in her heart, she just pouted and ran to the side to play.

Time passed quickly, and the next day came.

On this day, this quiet village in the middle of the hill suddenly became lively, and every family came out, carrying a burden on their shoulders, and in it were some sacrifices, and their faces were full of smiles.

At the urging of his grandfather and Erya, he also embarked on the road to the altar.

The cultivator looked at the scenery along the way, and his heart was also infinitely desolate.

It won't be long before this place will become a hell on earth, and all these living people in front of me will also die.

However, although I know everything, it is still difficult to change anything.

Because the world in front of you is not the past at all, it is just your own illusion.

And, even if he says it, who would take his words as a child?

They would just laugh and walk away, or drive him away, telling him not to talk nonsense on this "good day."

And Grandpa and Erya looked at the cultivation that had been worried, and also asked curiously, "Brother (little cultivation), what's wrong with you?"

After thinking about it for a long time, the cultivator finally suppressed the sadness in his heart and said everything.

And after hearing his words, as expected, grandpa and Erya were stunned at first, but then they laughed.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Today is a good day for the festival of the gods, so you can't talk nonsense."

"Yes, little cultivator, what are you thinking about every day in your little brain?"

"Who can go back in time?"

Seeing the reaction of Grandpa and Erya, although the cultivator had already expected it in his heart, he was still extremely annoyed.

I don't know what gave him courage, he said angrily, "Grandpa, Erya, I'm not joking with you, really! Believe me!"

Erya was about to say something, but the grandfather on the side grabbed her.

At this time, there was no smile on Grandpa's face, and his expression was extremely serious.

"If everything is exactly what you say, then what are you going to do next?"

Hearing Grandpa's words, Zhixiu was also stunned, grandpa believed him?.

"Grandpa, you and Erya get out of here quickly, please!"

Even though he knew that nothing could be changed, he couldn't help but want to give it a try, even if it was just in a dream, leaving a thought for himself.

The cultivator didn't dare to tell them that in fact, everything now was just his dream.

In other words, deep down in the heart of the practitioner, I still don't want to believe that this is just a dream.

"It's hard for you, are you still going to die?" Grandpa said in a deep voice again.

"Grandpa, I won't die, I'm destined to live."

"However, you let us go and the ending changed, so will your ending still be the same as before?"

"If the outcome really changes, then I am willing to die with the villagers, because this should be my end."

"But, Xiao Xiu, if you die, will Grandpa and Erya feel better in their hearts?"

Grandpa's words instantly blocked the words of cultivation.

Yes, grandpa and Erya passed away, and the cultivation was extremely uncomfortable, so if he died, grandpa and Erya must have the same feelings as themselves.

Isn't it really selfish to make such a decision?

However, as soon as he thought that his grandfather and Erya were going to die in front of his eyes, there was infinite anger surging out of his cultivation's heart.

At this moment, the cultivator suddenly felt that there was a surge of power in his body.

Originally, with him coming to this world, the power in his body completely disappeared, and he couldn't mobilize the slightest, but at this time, this kind of confinement was broken.

Cultivation can once again mobilize his own strength, although this power is extremely small compared to the previous one, it is only the power of the Venerable, but it is enough to cultivate and do a lot of things.

"Grandpa, Erya, I'm sorry, forgive me for being selfish." The practitioner whispered softly.

Grandpa and Erya didn't understand what Zhixiu meant by what he said suddenly, but in the next moment, a force suddenly erupted from Zhixiu's body, and then they lost consciousness.

Zhixiu helped the fainting grandfather and Erya, and then with a sword finger, he tore a crack in the space in front of him, built a temporary shelter, and put them in it.

"Even if it's just a dream, I have to fight it, although the reality will not change, but in this world, I still don't want you to fall." Zhixiu said with a smile.

Then, he strode towards the altar.

There is a sword path air flow behind him, and in this small mountain village, it looks so gorgeous, and it is a scenery that everyone in the small mountain village has never seen in their lives.

However, this light only appeared for a moment, and it completely disappeared between heaven and earth, and the aura on the cultivation body also disappeared without a trace.

"Alas, Xiao Xiu, what about your grandfather and Erya?"

"yes, why are you the only one?"

"The festival didn't come, your grandfather and Erya are disrespectful to the gods!"

"Oh, my grandfather is sick, and Erya stays at home to take care of him." The practitioner answers the questions of the people around him.

When those people heard this, they also pursed their lips, and then said, "Anyway, you will not be favored by the gods, so if you don't come, you won't come."

Hearing this, the cultivator sneered in his heart, the favor of the gods? It will be death that will take care of you!

However, although I was extremely unhappy with the faces of some people in my heart, I still didn't show it.