Immortal Tomb in the evening, the sun sets in the west.
The clouds reflect the setting sun, and the clouds in the sky are like fire.
On the path in the mountains, an old man and a young man walked hand in hand.
The old man is holding the pink and jade-carved girl, with kind eyes and a doting smile.
He bowed, raised his free left hand and pointed casually: "That lake is the only way to the fairyland."
"It contains a ladder formation, which is thousands of feet high."
"Your father who doesn't come home, your mother who was kidnapped by bad guys, and your third grandfather who lives a happy life and doesn't care about Shu, they are all wandering around over there."
The smart girl wearing a Kunlun green robe asked with a sweet voice, "How can Zhiyuan go to find his father?"
The old man replied with a smile: "Follow the ladder formation, just move forward."
"When you enter the Wuchen Fairyland, someone will naturally notice your presence."
The girl shrunk her neck and backed away timidly: "I, I don't dare."
The old man smiled heartily and knelt down to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, little Zhizhi. I will protect you in secret."
"Look, if you make a wish to the sky in the back mountains of Kunlun to find your father and mother, I can secretly bring you to the Immortal Tomb."
"The ghost is unaware of it, and no one noticed it, right?"
"My ability is as high as an eighteen-story building. No one can compare with me."
Su Zhiyuan quirked her nose cutely and said innocently: "Are you a god?"
The old man laughed loudly, warmed the girl's hands to his heart, and pretended to be mysterious: "Yes, I am a god."
"I am the most powerful god in the world. I can go wherever I want."
Su Zhiyuan's eyes shone brightly, and he acted coquettishly as his nature dictated: "Old god, grandpa, would you accompany me to find my father?"
"I, I will repay you."
"Let father make you lots of cakes. Peppa Pig's sweet-scented osmanthus cake is delicious."
The old man had a strange look on his face and said seriously: "You can call me Old God, Old Ancestor."
"This old man..."
He bared his teeth and said with a serious expression: "It shouldn't be grandpa, it should be..."
Halfway through his words, he fell silent.
Su Zhiyuan wondered: "What should it be?"
The old man laughed it off and immediately changed the subject and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the ladder formation."
"Xiao Zhiyuan, let me tell you a story."
Without waiting for the girl to respond, he said to himself: "The sky and the earth have just opened, and there is chaos."
"A fairy vine grew out of the chaos and produced two fairy fruits, one black and one white."
"After hundreds of millions of years, the fruit matures, each person has spiritual wisdom and practices."
"Hei Guo cultivates evil ways, hoping to devour all living beings bred from chaos and return this world to its original state.
"Bai Guo practices good deeds and believes that everything has destiny, and others should not forcefully interfere with the world that has already formed an order."
"The two of them came from the same roots, but they got into a fight because of their different ideas."
"No one can do anything to anyone, and no one can convince anyone."
"So, the black and white fairy fruit who were originally as close as brothers set up a chess game in the "chaotic virtual world"."
"All living beings in the lower world are used as pawns to make a covenant with the Ten Saints."
"Do you know what the Covenant of the Ten Saints is?"
He slowed down, looked down at Su Zhiyuan, who was not listening to his story at all, and said with loving eyes: "Hei Guo feels that the people in the lower world are ignorant and unworthy of living in this world and enjoying the good fortune of heaven and earth."
"So, he gave Ging Guo a time limit of five million years to bet."
"Bet that within this period, no more than ten sentient beings in the lower realm will become saints."
"Five million years, seemingly endless years."
"But in fact, it just passed by in the blink of an eye."
"Counting from the day the bet took effect, 4.99 million years have passed."
"There are only nine people in the lower world who have ascended to sixteen great worlds."
"The last person is Kyoshi from thirty thousand years ago."
The absent-minded Su Zhiyuan was tired from walking and rubbed his kneecaps aggrievedly, about to cry.
The old man reached out and held her in his arms gently, striding along the mountain road and saying: "Victory is getting further and further away from me. I have no choice but to enter the game myself."
"As a chess player holding a white piece, I shouldn't do this."
"You're in the game and you're like a chess piece."
