Seeing that the stunningly beautiful man was about to leave in a mysterious way, Ye Ning was anxious and hurriedly shouted, "Senior." Please forgive the younger generation for being brave, why are you cultivating immortals?"

When he said the word "Xiuxian", the man was already far away, but when he heard this, he suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Interesting. Why have I cultivated immortals for 300 years, but I really haven't thought about it, as if it is a matter of course to keep practicing. ”

"Senior, please allow me to be presumptuous. I live in Yang'en Peak these days, I hear a lot, and I understand a lot. Since a person's highest cultivation realm is destined by God, how many spiritual roots God has given you to become a cultivator of what realm, then why do we still have to cultivate desperately? Even if a single spiritual root puts in a thousandfold effort, it is still inferior to a double spiritual root, is this too unfair!"

The man's face did not change, and he said calmly: "There is no fairness in this world. ”

Ye Ning was not disappointed, he understood better than anyone else that there was no absolute fairness in the world. After thinking for a moment, Ye Ning raised his head and asked, "Senior, is cultivating immortals a thing against the sky?"

"Yes, change your life against the sky!"

"Haha. Ye Ning seemed a little desolate, and said with a smile: "In my opinion, the entire Qingluo monks are all walking in accordance with the sky!"

The man's face changed, and he seemed to be a little touched in his heart, and said, "Why do you say this?"

"God gives you three spiritual roots, and you will become a Venerable, and if you are given four spiritual roots, you will become a sect master; what is this not Shuntian?!" Ye Ning continued: "Since I want to change my life against the sky, then no matter how many spiritual roots I am, I will become a saint and become an existence standing at the peak of this big 6!"

The man seemed to be thinking about Ye Ning's words, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "That's a good point, but in the records of the past ten thousand years, there has not been a monk who has broken through the shackles of the spiritual root! cough, the aura in this heaven and earth is becoming more and more scarce, and even if that anti-heaven elixir exists, I'm afraid there is not much left. The man floated away, leaving a message for Ye Ning: "Young man, remember to find me." The water of Binglan Peak is hazy. ”

Looking at the man's disappearing figure, Ye Ning muttered to himself: Why do I cultivate immortals?

Then, a spring rain fell on Yangen Peak. When the rain has passed, a rainbow is rarely hung on the side of the mountain. The outer disciples all said that it was an auspicious omen. Ye Ning silently lowered his head and said nothing. (End of Volume 1)

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