In his previous life, Ang Lee never believed in it, nor did he respect ghosts and gods.

The world will never pay attention to the blood and sweat of a person, nor will it stop the process of turning the gears of history because of a certain person. He never thought that if he was reborn, he would receive the best favor from God, and to put it bluntly, it was only an exchange of interests.

Everything has a measurable value, not that the balance can't be tilted, but that the weight that makes the balance tilt, and you haven't put enough of it.

In his previous life, he was able to support a family business that was not small, and he would never be naïve to think that there would be a free lunch. He is no longer the stunned young man who just stepped into the big dye vat and didn't know anything.

Although he was only six years old in this life when he was reborn, he was essentially beyond the shackles of his previous life, and his body only limited his soul. But that didn't prevent him from considering the gains and losses since his rebirth, and even if he couldn't remember how he was reborn anyway, he was still careful not to change too many things from the original history. He was always afraid that because of his rebirth, some people would be ruthlessly eliminated.

The dream-like cage locked him in that image, unable to get out.

And now, that picture is like a smooth and bright mirror, smashed to pieces. In exchange, it was a strange back, like the only central point in the canopy.

The ruins as far as the eye can see, and everywhere you see are the remains of the sturdy and towering buildings that were used in normal times. Smoke rises, gravel rises like dust, and premature high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere. In the distance, the world seemed to fall into silence, cruel and real, and he could not imagine the end of the world.

In the air, Ang Lee was horrified to find that he was standing in the middle of the wall of a high-rise building that was broken at the waist. Between the two ruined buildings at the opposite ends of the half-section of the building, the view from the bottom is full of desolation, high and crumbling.

What shocked him even more was that there was no star in his body, as if the mysterious power that had accompanied him for six years was just an illusion. He returned to the win and weakness that should have belonged to his age, so that he no longer cared about gains and losses, and no longer thought about whether his rebirth would shoulder his undue responsibilities and fate.

He found again that he could not open his mouth to speak, or even breathe properly. Such a real sense of venturalism, this feeling of being a mermaid made him very uneasy. Rao is two lives have built a flood control dam for Li An's heart, and he can't help but panic that he has never been able to calm down.

It seemed to be a fateful encounter, Ang Lee raised his head, and his pupils reflected the back of the tall building opposite. The ancient style of white clothes, like a waterfall, long white hair fluttering in the wind. The back fluttering in the wind is like a standing peak, looking at the mountains, arrogant and cold.

It appeared very abruptly in this world, and in this incompatible atmosphere, it seemed to be the center of the world. Li An had a ridiculous feeling at the moment, and his intuition told him that the cut here was all related to that back.

He stared at the back of the wind, determined that if it all had anything to do with that person, then that person would be able to sense his gaze.

As if in response to Li Anxin's thoughts, the man turned his face slightly, and half of his face, which could not be seen, needed a ghostly smile. Wild but evil.

Li An wanted to open his mouth to break the silence, but there was a suffocating breath in his heart, and his vision gradually began to blur like a drowning person.

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People in distress are eager to find a breakthrough and find a way to be confused. And the people of the lake have only a glimmer of hope for the continuation of life, longing to be able to wake up from this dream of need.

If this rebirth is just a dream, and he will wake up at some point. He did not hesitate to choose to wake up and return to the warm and bright ordinary life he longed for. The wife and daughter around him are still the same, the sun rises as usual, and the sun is setting in the west.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the cycle repeats.

It's just that everything is an extravagant imagination. When you wake up in the next moment, there will be no more beauty around you, just like two lines in two sections, and you can't go back.

Li Shiliang withdrew his two hands without saying a word, and the black and white invisible fire in his hand flashed away.

This scene made Li An creepy, and a chill arose in his heart. He looked at his great-ancestor Li Shiliang in surprise, was silent for a long time, and said, "Where is this place, why am I here?"

When he came back to his senses in a daze, he found that he was sitting in the pool, and the pool that was more than half of his body was steaming with clouds and mist and water vapor, and the land was snow-white, like a fairyland.

Li Shiliang stood up with a smile and sneered, "The only one who can be immortal when the soul comes out of the body is probably a freak like you." After a pause, he continued, "I know that the Immortal Dao and the Royal Dao are incompatible, and it is impossible to practice together, but it is also magical that you can merge into one and achieve coexistence." It's just that your royal path is already C-level, and the realm of immortal martial arts has just entered the primordial realm of instilling spirits, and it is far from being able to compete with it. In order to be able to balance, the royal power in your body needs to be sealed for the time being, and cannot be used lightly. ”

Li An was a little dazed, and asked at no avail, "What is the royal road?"

Li Shiliang chuckled, pointed at Li An, and narrowed his eyes without many crow's feet, "The royal path is the rival of the immortal path, but unlike the immortal dao, the royal path does not have a cultivation system. Just like the princes who were fiefdomed by the imperial court in ancient times, they can directly exercise the right of heavenly order in their hands, and they are the royal road of order. And the so-called supernatural ones are the house slaves who have been given to the gods by the royal way of order. ”

It was the first time Ang Lee had heard of such a novelty, and he asked curiously, "Who is the king, and why should he be an old enemy with the Immortal Dao?"

"Heavenly Dao. Li Shiliang pointed to the sky, his face was a little solemn, and continued, "In order to destroy the Immortal Dao." ”

Ang Lee saw a hint of disdainful smile, as if it was an illusion, and it disappeared without leaving a trace. Puzzled, he moved, feeling the emptiness in his body, and he was no longer full of power as before. He was in a trance, and in such an instant, he seemed to have really returned to the ordinary and ordinary child he had been, and he no longer had to carry the unknown mystery of the reborn in his heart.

It was just a moment, and when he was in the invisible "line" of his body again, another familiar aura of victory and weakness slowly flowed. It's like a tenacious torrent, crossing mountains and rivers to the other side. He suddenly remembered that this seemed to be another force born between life and death, a mysterious power that had been with him for six years, that is, a completely different power from the power of the royal road.

Li Anne remembered that day Li Shiliang pointed to the heavens and the earth, the kind of power that made the heavens and the earth change color. And those words later, he couldn't help but say Nan again, "Immortal Dao, can you really control time?" ”

He had thought countless times that if time could not be manipulated, then how could he return to the past and yesterday?

Li Shiliang sighed softly and reached out to pat the back of his head. Li An fell into the pool as if he was asleep, and was gradually submerged by the pool water.

"Maybe the white ape's choice is not wrong, but that person's choice is wrong. ”