The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Listening to the familiar ethereal voice, everyone was confused.

"Hey, I didn't expect that three hundred years would pass so soon. I really don't feel anything at all!" Someone shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's all false anyway, so what does it matter if thirty thousand years have passed?"

"Ignoring these things for now, I have a single-attribute Heavenly Spiritual Root after all. Three hundred years have passed and I have only reached the Nascent Soul stage. I can't accept this."

"What are you talking about? I'm dead in my 20th year, and my body exploded when I was building a foundation. It's simply ridiculous."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Li Chuyi smiled brightly and said, "Seniors, it took me three hundred years to practice with my mixed spiritual roots to reach the peak of divine transformation. You are all weaker than me, haha!"

"Shopkeeper Li, you have to speak politely. I remember that your real body is just a Nascent Soul Dzogchen!" The blue-shirted shopkeeper frowned and said calmly.

"This is a joke, a joke!" Li Chuyi hurriedly handed over his hand.

In my mind, the voice came up again: "Everyone, the results are out, what do you think?"

"You all started from the same point, both at the third level of Qi refining, but the results don't seem to be what you thought. Talent is the main factor and luck is the supplement."

"On the contrary, luck dominates. Those with good luck will have opportunities along the way. Those with bad luck, no matter how talented they are, will end up in a bleak way under constant disasters."

When everyone heard this, someone immediately said, "It's just a one-time result, it doesn't explain the problem."

"In that case, let the game continue!"

In an instant, as if time went back, when everyone came to their senses, they forgot everything again, and their cultivation level returned to only the third level of Qi refining.

Everything is still the same as before. On the road of cultivation, opportunities and calamities continue, and misfortunes and blessings are intertwined. It is tiring to deal with it, but at the same time, it is fun.

In the blink of an eye, another three hundred years have passed.

At this time, the glow in the sky first appeared, and the clouds and mist shrouded the mountains, which was so beautiful.

Today is a big day for Chaoyun Sect, the day when the new sect leader Li Chuyi is crowned.

In the main hall, Li Chuyi was sitting cross-legged in the middle with an extremely domineering aura, accepting the presence of all the disciples.

But just when everyone was looking forward to it, the scene suddenly stopped and stopped like a freeze frame.

And the four hundred and four Magic Pavilion shopkeepers gathered together again, and as a thunder passed through their heads, their memories were restored again.

"Everyone, what happened this time? You still have the same starting point, and I even exchanged your talents and luck with each other."

Listening to the voice in his mind, a shopkeeper immediately asked, "In that case, why is Li Chuyi still the most accomplished among us?"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist. This second game seems to tell us that neither talent nor luck seems to be the key to determining a person's future."

The ghost continued, "Many years ago, when I was a young monk, there was a genius named Wang who was amazingly talented. Opportunities continued along the way. He was like God's help in the secret realm where others narrowly escaped death."

"So much so that his father always goes around shouting that his son has the talent to become an immortal."

"But such a person still fell on the road of spiritual practice, which is regrettable."

After hearing this, everyone was even more confused. What was this ghost doing? The preface and the follower were inconsistent.

"So this game, let's move on."

In an instant, before everyone could react, the surroundings began to change again. When everything recovered, they were back to three hundred years ago.

"Fellow disciples, let's go back. The Chuan Gong Pavilion is open today. We, the Third Level Qi Refiner, can choose three suitable techniques."

"Well, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I want to choose an earth escape technique today."

"I want to choose the fireball technique. I like making fire the most." Leng Yue also smiled sweetly.

Soon, another three hundred years passed.

Today was another great day for the Chao Yun Sect. When Sect Master Li Chuyi went out, he discovered a small space that was like a cave and heaven. The spiritual energy inside was indescribable.

Today is the time when the entire sect is relocating. After all, there is a separate small space as a residence. Gee, it is instantly several levels higher than other immortal sects. How can we not make people happy?

But as soon as the sun rose, everything paused again, and the shopkeepers of the Magic Pavilion regained their memories again.

However, there was something slightly wrong with the way they looked at Li Chuyi.

"If I remember correctly, this time three hundred years ago, Shopkeeper Li's talent was extremely poor, and his fortune was also very bad. But could this allow him to finally counterattack?"

"Yes, I can't figure it out. Why should he?"

When Li Chu saw this, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly. He also couldn't figure it out in his heart. In the past three hundred years, he has not had any talent or luck, but why is it still like this?

At this time, there was only one sentence floating in everyone's mind, "The game continues!"

……

Time and time again, they seemed to have truly become the ghost's chess pieces, going back and forth over the past three hundred years, constantly repeating themselves.

Every time he wakes up, he starts another three hundred years of reincarnation.

But this time, it seems to be the last three hundred years, and their days in this Dynasty Yunzong have been repeated a full twenty-nine times.

"Hey, it's a pity that I'm just a ghost. This Taoist skill won't last long after all. Otherwise, I really want to repeat it thousands of times."

Hearing this, all the shopkeepers of Magic Pavilion, including Li Chuyi, instantly turned black.

Damn it, even though they only have a ray of consciousness entering here, the feeling of exhaustion in their souls cannot be faked, and they all feel extremely uncomfortable now.

"Everyone, although it has not been repeated thousands of times as I thought, but after dozens of times, it can also explain some results."

"That is a person's life, high or low achievement, although talent and luck are crucial, they cannot be the determining factors."

The voice still said calmly, "But it seems to be destined. Everyone's ending is destined from the beginning. No matter what the process is, the ending will never change."

"You have also experienced it yourself. I have set up different talents and luck for you, and even modified it to a large extent every reincarnation. Even so, the final results are exactly the same."

"Does that mean that besides luck and talent, is there something else affecting us?"

"But what could this kind of thing be?"

Listening to this voice slowly becoming more crazy and stubborn, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and felt a chill.

It seems that behind all this, there is a pair of invisible hands that no one can detect, manipulating it secretly.

'Everything has been determined for a long time', these words set off huge waves in their hearts, and their Taoist hearts were a little unstable.

Suddenly, everything around him shattered like a mirror.

When everyone came to their senses, they were back on the Fortune Qi Tian Zhou again. The sunset was warm and the sea was as flat as a mirror.

"Masters, are you dreaming together? Why don't you bring Xiaodai with you!" Xiaodai's voice rang out.

And on the bow of the ship, there is a figure, like a bubble, which makes it difficult to see clearly.