During the summer vacation of 2059, on the train from Anbei City, Far East Province, the boy lying on the sleeper bench opened his eyes.

The young man has a pretty face and soft lines. The name is Zhao Yang.

"Huh...whether is this?"

The summer is long and the weather is hot. Even the Far East Province, which is on the northern border of Xia, is as hot as a steamer, not to mention on the green train during the return to school season. However, after Zhao Yang looked around, the unstoppable coolness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Sweat is cold.

No one knew that his heart was as shocked as if the mountains and rivers were subverted!

"The green train that has not yet been retired, Li Gang on the upper bunk, and...my face." One hand stroked his face, which had become tender because of his youth, and Zhao Yang's expression calmed down from the initial horror: "This is the train I went to Ice City to study in 1959."

"Why am I here? Didn't I just watch the showdown between the city lord Mianxia and Fu Tuzi on the city tower of Qingming City?"

An incredible expression appeared on Zhao Yang's face.

"Can I... travel through time?"

......

Zhao Yang, whose Taoist name is Chunyang, is one of the twelve Yuanshen Sword Sergeants of the Lord of Qingming City. In his previous life, he has been gone for 98 years, nearly a hundred years.

Judging from the talents of the earthlings, Zhao Yang is quite good. With the adventures and accumulations in the game in the previous life, Zhao Yang has been refining his body, building foundations, overcoming tribulation and forming pills, condensing the Nascent Soul, until he cultivates the Yuanshen and becomes the attendant of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword. Not to mention the smooth journey, it is far beyond the reach of most earthlings who escaped into the "Earth Immortal Realm" in the same era.

But with a weak foundation, he is stuck in the path of the soul and cannot make progress.

From being so energetic, to being severing the way forward from the words of Lord Qingming City.

Zhao Yang knew in his heart that he was not the pride of heaven who was loved by the world. He had neither laid a foundation for heaven in the initial stage of cultivation nor had he accumulated enough resources and foundation in the past game. Being able to cultivate all the way to the soul was already borrowing the light and shadow of the huge tree of Qingming City, a thousand-year-old tree.

And his soul, which had been scarred by emotional injuries and betrayal, could not nourish the five energy in his chest and the three flowers on his top. Even if he forced himself to go against the will of heaven, the final result would be to fall under the endless inner demon disaster.

Exiting his body from his memories and looking at the familiar things around him, Zhao Yang tried to sense the situation inside his body.

"Without the foundation of magic power, the soul disappeared. It seems that this is not a joke made by the powerful people. I am really back." Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows, thinking a little in his heart.

With Zhao Yang's status and knowledge in Qingming City in his previous life, he naturally knew the roots of the inner demon and the illusion. Even if it was real and illusory, it was impossible to deprive a great cultivator of the soul from his true spirit.

The soul should not be deceived!!!

This is the iron rule of practice. As long as you become a primordial spirit, you will be free from the path of life and death. From then on, you will be eliminated from the book of life and death and will never have the chance to reincarnate.

Similarly, as long as you cultivate the primordial spirit, some magical arts and magical methods of the heavenly demons will not be deceived. If the primordial spirit is covered with dust, you will have to fall one way and it is impossible to be as clear as Zhao Yang now.

"Now my body is empty. The Taoist body, magic power, magic power, soul, and even the pure Yang spiritual rhyme that has occupied the mind have disappeared. Now I am just an ordinary young man in the Xia Kingdom. A supernatural monster can kill me at will."

The skill of hard practice for hundreds of years disappeared, but Zhao Yang was not very depressed. After finding out his condition, he laughed softly.

"This time, my path was over in my previous life. Although I was appreciated by the city lord, I became the host of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword and enjoyed a thousand years of life, but the external objects are ultimately external objects. Being the sword servant of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword also cut off my path to the celestial immortals that gave birth to three flowers and five qi."

"Now that everything has come back, I know the past, why worry about not being able to go to the next level?"

"The immortal is hopeful..."

Zhao Yang smiled on his face, and there seemed to be a ball of hot flames in his eyes.

It was a fire called ambition.

"Living for a lifetime is still the golden age when the greatest opportunity in the history of the Xia Kingdom comes!"

"I want them to turn into dust in this life!"

......

Zhao Yang was born in an ordinary family in Anbei County, Far East Province in his previous life.

Zhao's father is a well-known local businessman, and his mother is a lady who was abducted by his father at university...

In the youth that year, all I pursued was poetry and distant places.

The two of them were in a college classmate and were in love freely. Zhao's mother, who was originally a flower in the college's literature department, was fascinated by Zhao's father's sour poems and a pretty face. In the end, despite the opposition of her family, she secretly ran out of the house and found Zhao's father and made a lifelong decision.

The two of them naturally did not receive blessings from their elders of Zhao's mother, that is, Zhao Yang's grandfather's family. However, the raw rice had been cooked and naturally there was no room for maneuver. With Zhao Yang's birth, the Nie family in Far East where Zhao's mother came from did not bring Zhao's mother back.

This was the social atmosphere at that time. Most of the pregnant daughters would not be taken to the hospital...

Of course, the Nie family did not give Zhao Yang's father a good look. After being kicked out of the house after "returning to his parents' home", the two families broke off contact until the crisis broke out in the last life, and Zhao's mother, who was detected to have outstanding talent for cultivation, was taken home by the Nie family, and never met again for hundreds of years.

As the end of the world came, everything Zhao's father managed naturally depreciated to almost nothingness.

How can a small businessman from a county-level city be able to compare with a large family that lasted for more than ten generations and lasted for more than four hundred years?

What kind of [Xianwu Era] that has not caught up with the world-changing model has started its initial stage. When you want to chase it, how many times of effort will it take to catch up?

"One wrong step, every step. If I had caught up with the initial opening time of the game in my last life, maybe... would have died long ago?"

Zhao Yang, who wanted to say something bold, couldn't help but feel shocked when he thought of the "magic nature" of the game.

I have to admit that if he had known nothing in his previous life, he would have been unable to endure the doomsday at all. He would have died in a daze at the very high mortality stage at the beginning of the game.

"[Immortal Martial Era] or should I call its original name [Demonic Mobile Game]?"

With an unknown brilliance flashing in his eyes, Zhao Yang's head turned out the window and looked at the wilderness that was constantly passing by.
Chapter completed!