said that there were three choices, but for Ye Chuxiao, there was actually only one.

In an instant, Ye Chuxiao's life was reduced by ten, and his body suddenly fell, crossing the river of the Great Dao, and breaking into a completely new world.

With Daoyun as the ticket, taking the ship of creation to cross, it is actually a real body crossing, but the identity is edited.

Even the exchange of identities is the same principle.

Of course, if you die in another world, it is completely real.

On the light curtain in front of me, the words 'Identity has been registered' appeared.

Then an unfamiliar memory, like playing a slideshow, flashed quickly in Ye Chuxiao's thoughts.

This kind of memory insertion is different from the feeling when Ye Chuxiao first crossed this body.

To put it simply, there is no sense of substitution, and there is no empathy.

It is just convenient for Ye Chuxiao to grasp the identity information at this time, and he also has a relatively quick understanding of the world he is in.

Chen Fusheng, male, 17 years old, condition: lame, self-reliant.

Ye Chuxiao, who was squatting in the corner begging, quickly recovered his clarity after a moment of confusion in his eyes.

Only on the light curtain that appeared in front of his eyes, a countdown appeared.

On the side of the countdown, there are also some simple reminder texts, which jump from time to time.

After a month, he needs to 'renew' his current status, which means that he must earn ten life points within a month, otherwise he will be taken away and returned to the original world.

"The beggar didn't start like much, but he still had a lame leg and was very weak, which was very problematic."

"Not to mention obtaining the cultivation resources of this world and looking for other Dao rhymes, even whether you can live safely is a question."

"Is it because the balance of the number of lives is only three points, so it affects the randomness of the identity?" Ye Chuxiao couldn't help but feel a little urgent.

If the number of lives is really closely related to the direction of one's fate, then he must not return empty-handed in this world.

Otherwise, return to Daheng with a mere three-point life, and the flaws and hidden dangers he left behind when he dealt with the cult demons before are afraid that they will all be detonated, and his bones will be blown up.

The sense of urgency was even greater as the cold wind swept through the alleyway, whipping at his thin body like a whip.

True body crossing, it stands to reason that with Ye Chuxiao's already triple strength in the Foolish Realm, it shouldn't be so unbearable.

But he didn't get the cultivation information of this world, so the reminder that his past cultivation was 'blocked' occasionally flashed from the light curtain in front of him, which fully explained why he was so embarrassed at the moment.

"Food, clothing, and fire are what I desperately need, and if I can, I can find a temporary shelter." Ye Chuxiao sorted out his memories and gradually found a suitable place.

With the beggar's knowledge, he naturally doesn't know what the world is, what the dynasty is, the situation in the world, the cultivation and so on, for the beggar, it is all nonsense.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao was able to extract useful information from his memory that Linzhou City, the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city was destroyed.

Half a month ago, the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, located in the west of Linzhou City, was destroyed overnight, and there were a total of 139 people in the martial arts hall, none of whom were spared.

Because of the tragedy of the slaughter, blood was sprinkled all over the courtyard, walls and stone slabs, leaving a terrible trace of blood stains drying up, so that after the valuable things in the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall were carried and looted, no one dared to enter the empty courtyard.

Ye Chuxiao planned to go to the Tianwei Martial Arts Pavilion to stay for a while first, and see if he could solve the problem of food there by the way.

Perhaps... There may also be grain reserves that have not been emptied.

With a limp leg, it took two hours for Ye Chuxiao to find the Tianwei Martial Arts Pavilion, which was missing a door.

At this time, the street where the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall was originally located had been emptied.

Those who can be moved have already been moved, and even those who have not been moved for the time being have their doors and windows nailed shut.

It seems that this provides a small sense of security.

On the half-collapsed wooden door, there are still bloody handprints.

The black blood stains on the floor seemed to be imprisoning ghosts and ghosts, and even in broad daylight, it made people feel cold.

Ye Chuxiao walked in with a limp, and there were not many emotions called 'fear' and 'awe'.

The practice was depriving him of some of his emotions, and he only regarded them as his 'composure'.

The rice bowl in the kitchen has long been emptied, and the rice bowl that is difficult to move is not known to have been smashed by someone with a big hole.

If you can't take it, you can destroy it, it's very human.

And people are afraid of death and ghosts, but that doesn't prevent them from taking advantage.

Fortunately, there is still half an acre of potatoes in the backyard, maybe it hasn't grown well half a month ago, and a few seedlings that survived were pulled out by Ye Chuxiao, and they can be put together for a meal.

Xuanwei Hall, originally the most majestic place of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, at this time, Ye Chuxiao used the broken windows that were removed to build a fire, and the fire was still roasting the potatoes that had just been dug up.

Looking at the beating firelight, Ye Chuxiao breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he secretly scolded himself for not being angry.

Just getting a meal gives me a sense of satisfaction.

The entire Xuanwei Hall was empty, and the seats that should have been filled had already been emptied.

Only on the two large stone pillars, the remaining traces of the sword, and the same dried blood stains, sprinkled on them, looked ugly and hideous.

Ye Chuxiao's gaze was gradually attracted by a sword mark.

That sword mark, at a glance, didn't feel anything unusual.

It's just that when you look closely, you can perceive its neatness and restraint.

How can I say that Ye Chuxiao is also a practitioner, and he can still see some clues from the traces.

Not feeling taboo, Ye Chuxiao stepped forward and touched the sword mark with his hand.

But I didn't want to, the golden clock moved again.

The hands are reversed, and time seems to be following the reverse current.

"Obtain the remnants of Dao Yun, open the time rewind, please intercept Dao Yun as soon as possible."

The same message, coming mechanically.

Ye Chuxiao also seemed to follow the reverse flow of time and began to look back on the past.

This time, instead of just one turn, the clock turned sixteen.

"It seems that the time backtracking of the influence of Dao Yun's breath is not only twenty-four hours, but according to the specific situation when the breath remains, the specific backtracking time is determined, but I don't know where the upper limit is." Ye Chuxiao thought to himself.

In just a moment, the original dilapidated, bleak, and even a little terrifying Xuanwei Hall became majestic and magnificent.

A teenager was kneeling in the middle of the hall, his expression dazed and frightened.

There were also a group of men and women standing on the left and right, all facing in one direction.

A burly middle-aged man, with a sturdy chest half-open, holding a simple knife in his hand, with a solemn expression.

"Master! Xiao Jiu mistakenly killed the son of the head of the Qingxi Sword Sect, and the fault for tracing back to the source was not him, we directly abolished Xiao Jiu and sent it to the Qingxi Sword Sect, is it too much... A young man asked the burly middle-aged man.