From the scene before him, Chen Lin confirmed this.
But this is just the rules of the other world. Because there are seven realms in the other world, these rules are extended.
The only flower of the Seven Realms.
The void world has not heard such a statement for the time being.
However, Chen Lin suspected that the upper seven realms in this world may be just a microcosm, and it is unknown whether there is such an advanced interface.
He had heard before that the underworld in the other world was not the real underworld.
Since this is said, then there must be a real underworld.
And then infer.
There are also real worlds of gods, fairy worlds, etc.
That terrifying and strange creature might come from this advanced plane.
Distracting thoughts flashed through my mind.
Chen Lin calmed down and focused on what was in front of him.
Whether there is a high-level plane or not, he can't go to it, so he still focuses on the present.
Observed carefully for a while.
Although the destiny lines in front are dense, there are still traces to follow. They are basically meandering forward, but there are some intersection nodes.
After concentrating on sensing, Chen Lin did not feel any danger at these nodes.
But he didn't dare to act rashly.
After observing the lines, he looked at himself again.
Check out the Force of Destiny first.
After sensing for a long time, I still couldn't sense the existence of the power of destiny, not even the origin of my talent.
Chen Lin's heart was heavy and his hair was heavy.
Without the power of destiny, it is impossible to use related magical powers, which is very detrimental to the current situation.
Immediately afterwards.
Another attempt to manifest the chess piece of destiny.
"Huh?"
Chen Lin cried out in surprise.
He looked at the manifested black and white chess pieces with unbelievable eyes, and was in a daze.
Even though the power of destiny cannot be used, this chess piece can manifest itself, which is really puzzling to him.
This made Chen Lin think deeply.
Is the level of the chess piece too high, exceeding the rules of the Holy Tower, or is the use of this chess piece within the scope allowed by the rules?
Both can be used, but the gap between the two is extremely huge.
After thinking for a while and coming up with no idea, Chen Lin put away the chess pieces.
Continue to check other aspects.
It was finally determined that except for the destiny chess pieces, nothing could be used, including the death gaze.
The only secret method that has always been strong has also encountered its nemesis.
If it is forcibly activated, there will still be a weak reaction between the eyebrows, which is slightly stronger than other energies.
This shows that the level of the secret technique is high enough, but he has not practiced it well enough.
Check completed.
Chen Lin no longer delayed, chose a line and swam forward.
Without the blessing of fate, he became an ordinary fish and felt tired after swimming for a while.
But he gritted his teeth and persisted, reaching the first node.
This node has fewer intersecting lines, but there are five of them, so it’s hard to make a decision at the moment.
Chen Lin manifested the chess pieces.
After hesitating again and again, he took it back.
This node did not have a dangerous aura that made his heart palpitate, and there were many more nodes in front of it, but the chess pieces could only be used once, so they should not be wasted here.
That being the case.
Chen Lin puffed up a bubble, randomly selected a line, and tried to cross the node.
But it was not successful.
Couldn't jump up.
My body felt like it was being suppressed and I couldn't use any strength.
Seeing this, Chen Lin could only swim forward, ready to defend himself with reverse scales at any time.
No dangerous light appeared.
It was easy to enter the node.
But just as Chen Lin was about to happily pass through it, he felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
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"Father, the snow has been too heavy these days, so you should not go out hunting. I will eat less and survive these days. I will go out again when the snow stops."
In an adobe house, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy spoke to the man who was about to go out.
His face was full of worry.
There was a girl lying on the kang, shivering.
The man looked back.
He shook his head and said: "No, we can still eat for a few days, but without firewood, we will all freeze to death. You can watch your sister at home and boil some hot water for her to drink, which will just warm the house."
After saying that, the man opened the door.
The biting cold wind mixed with snowflakes suddenly poured into the house.
The man hurriedly walked out and closed the door behind him.
"Brother, I'm cold."
Stimulated by the cold wind, the already sick girl shivered even more violently.
"Okay, wait, I'll light a fire. It'll be warm in a while."
The boy stepped forward and covered the girl with a quilt, then picked up the few remaining firewood and put them into the stove candy.
While lighting the fire, he spoke bitterly.
"These damn immortal cultivators, if they hadn't burned down all the mountains and forests, why would we have to worry about burning firewood? Now we can only dig tree roots. In such a cold weather, we can't dig at all, and all the prey has escaped.
Already."
"Brother, why are the immortal cultivators so bad? Why did they burn down the mountains and forests?"
"I heard it's about practicing magic."
The boy shook his head.
Then he gritted his teeth and said: "None of the current immortal cultivators are good. If I become an immortal cultivator, I must be the most powerful one so that they are not allowed to disturb the lives of mortals."
"Brother will definitely become an immortal cultivator!"
The girl's voice was weak and firm.
The fire in the stove gradually started to burn.
The red firelight reflected on the boy's face, and two bright flames flashed in his eyes.
it's dark.
The man who went out to chop wood did not come back.
The boy was a little panicked.
The hope that had just arisen turned into fear.
One night passed,
Because of the fire, it was quite warm at night.
But the next day, the man didn't come back yet.
The boy was completely panicked.
"Sister, just lie down and don't move. I'll go out to find daddy and I'll be back in the evening."
"Brother, be careful."
The girl curled up and whispered like a mosquito.
The boy looked at the empty house and could only add a piece of rags to his sister, then walked out of the house carrying a hatchet.
Heavy snow is flying in the sky.
The entire village was covered in snow.
The doors and windows of every house were closed, and they looked lifeless.
Before winter came, several immortal cultivators came here. For some unknown reason, they used immortal magic to burn all the mountains and forests within a hundred miles.
Not even the crops grown by the people in the village were left, and several villagers who tried to avoid it were even burned to death.
However, no one cares.
The immortals were talking and laughing as they flew over the village, paying no attention to the changes in fate of mortals like them.
The little boy remembered the scene that day and clenched his fists tightly.
Because his mother was burned to death in that fire.
He hates immortal cultivators.
But if he wants to take revenge, he must first become an immortal cultivator, otherwise he won't even be able to get close to them.
It is said that to become an immortal cultivator, you need to have spiritual roots.
The little boy doesn't know if he has it, but he has been itching between his eyebrows since he was a child, so there must be something special about it.
"I wonder if there are any techniques in this world that mortals can practice. If all mortals could practice them, immortal cultivators wouldn't be so arrogant."
The little boy walked forward in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Suddenly, his figure froze.
He bent down and groped around in the socket of his foot, and pulled out something.