Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In the calm sea of ​​consciousness, two figures, one white and one black, confronted each other.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the white figure sighed and said, "Your memory is so vast. How long have you lived?"

The black figure laughed loudly and said, "At my level, discussing time is meaningless. What is the difference between an instant and eternity? Let me ask you, what is the purpose of your practice?"

The white figure frowned. He really couldn't answer the other party's sudden question.

The black figure prompted: "To find the Tianqing Sect? To find your Qing'er? To achieve foundation building? Golden Core? Nascent Soul?"

The answers one by one fell into the heart of the white figure, causing ripples. His own hundred-year life was just a blink of an eye, and seemed too insignificant in the other person's memory of the ups and downs of eternity.

The black figure paused for a moment and continued, "No matter what you are doing, it will only be temporary on the road of cultivation. In this world, there is only one ultimate goal, and that is to ascend."

"Ascension? Immortal world?" said the white figure.

The black figure nodded and said, "The spiritual energy in this world is thin, and the way of heaven is incomplete. You can't really live forever. If you want to pursue the great way, you can only ascend to the immortal world."

The white figure frowned and asked, "What do you want to say when you tell me this? Ascension is naturally the ultimate goal of all cultivators."

The black figure smiled and said, "I won't hide it from you. I am the soul of an immortal from the upper realm. My main purpose of coming to this realm is to guide the cultivators of this realm to ascend. We have different paths but the same destination, so why don't we cooperate well? When we reach the immortal realm, my original body will definitely find a way to separate us."

The white figure looked at each other, his mind racing.

The black figure said, "We are inseparable now. There is no point in being stuck here. You know my ability. I can help you solve all these problems quickly, such as looking for the Tianqing Sect, looking for Qing'er, seeking revenge, and improving your cultivation. Just think of it as worshipping an immortal as your master. It is an opportunity that many people would beg for but cannot obtain. Oh, by the way, you are now in the middle stage of foundation building."

The white figure slightly activated his magic power and immediately felt an extremely strong force. He hesitated for a while and said, "We can discuss it. What should we do?"

The black figure was overjoyed and said, "We are connected in mind and spirit, and our memories are connected. In fact, we are two sides of the same coin. In this case, we will take turns sleeping and controlling this body. You just escaped from the mine, so you will sleep first. I have been lying under this tree for thousands of years, how about letting me move around first?"

When he finished speaking, his face was full of anticipation, as if he was asking a close friend.

It was the first time that the white figure had seen the other party with such an expression since he saw him. He thought about it and felt that there was no problem, so he said: "Okay, then..."

Before he could finish his words, he yawned and fell forward.

"Go to sleep! Go to sleep! A dream that will last for ten thousand years!" The black figure hurriedly supported the white figure.

Under the ancient banyan tree, the young Zhao Rui opened his eyes, his eyes full of pride, and smiled: "Immortal, do you need to sleep?"

He hummed the tune again and walked into the mist.

Just as the young Zhao Rui was about to enter the mist, he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

“What’s going on?” Young Zhao Rui was shocked. He tried to stand up, but found that there seemed to be a huge weight on his waist and he couldn’t use any strength at all.

He was furious and quickly turned around, supported himself on the ground with his limbs, and straightened his back with all his strength.

However, the cloth bag around his waist was as heavy as Mount Tai, welded to the ground, not moving at all.

After a while, the young Zhao Rui gasped and reluctantly untied the rope around his waist.

The moment the cloth bag left his body, he immediately felt relaxed.

The young Zhao Rui looked extremely unhappy, pointing at the sky and cursing: "You are too stingy, I am an immortal, and I am not allowed to bring even a storage bag when I go out!"

After he finished cursing, he squatted down and pulled the cloth bag towards the ancient banyan tree as if pulling a carrot.

This time, although the cloth bag was still heavy, it moved slowly, and after being dragged for a distance, it returned to its original weight.

Young Zhao Rui picked up the cloth bag and tossed it upwards casually, his eyes blankly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a while, he sighed, threw the bag back.

The cloth bag drew a perfect parabola and fell to the waist of the mummy under the ancient banyan tree, returning to its original position.

Then, the young Zhao Rui took a step forward and disappeared into the endless white mist.

Half a month later, at the edge of the foggy forest.

In the dim light, the young Zhao Rui walked out slowly, his eyes full of spirit.

He took a deep breath and opened his arms, feeling the breeze and the air.

"The taste of the colorful world is so good!" Young Zhao Rui was just sighing when a yellow talisman came straight towards him.

About two steps away, the talisman exploded with a bang.

A green light lit up, and the talisman exploded instantly, sending a handful of seeds into the soil.

Under the feet of young Zhao Rui, violent vitality gushed out, and then countless golden bamboos grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into a square cage.

“Hmm…is this Immortal Lord setting an ambush?” Young Zhao Rui blew a breath and cut off the tender bamboo that was hitting his face.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he immediately noticed a flying boat not far away.

"As soon as I came out, a doll came to me!" The young Zhao Rui was not in a hurry, and looked at the speeding flying boat with amusement.

A moment later, the flying boat arrived in front of the bamboo prison. As soon as it stopped, four people jumped off.

The first person wore a golden crown, a dark blue Taoist robe, and had strange talismans painted on his face. He was at the initial stage of foundation building.

Behind him, there followed closely a female cultivator, wearing a long chickpee skirt, a bright red undershirt, and a very thin short shirt.

As the female cultivator walked, her soft breasts trembled, which was very attractive. Her realm was at the great perfection of Qi training.

At the very end were a pair of twin brothers, wearing crimson blue Taoist robes and each holding a long sword.

Among the four, the monk with the golden crown looked displeased and cursed, "Who is so blind as to trespass into the formation and let my spirit beast go?"

Young Zhao Rui raised his eyebrows and said, "The world is so big. I just came out of the forest and was trapped here by you. How can I force my way in?"

The Golden Crowned Monk ignored him and said, "We have set up a large formation and ambushed for many days to catch a Swift Wind Python, but now you have ruined it. What do you think we should do?"

"Haha..." The young Zhao Rui sneered and said, "Are you sure you want to blackmail me?"

The monk with the golden crown was stunned. Seeing that the other party had an extraordinary demeanor and a very young appearance, he asked, "Which sect are you from? What's your name? I have many friends. If you are a descendant of an acquaintance, I may let you go."

The young Zhao Rui was about to attack directly, but suddenly he noticed someone coming from a distance, so he said: "This Immortal Venerable will not change his name, and I will not change my surname. I am Zhao Xuan!"