From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

"Is this my soul world?" Chen Zhou, who had traveled through time, was confused. Oh, he no longer had a face, no, he no longer had a body.

How can a modern man be hit by a meteorite in broad daylight? The key point is that it only hit him. How can this be justified?

Chen Zhou watched helplessly as the "meteorite" turned out to be a bead-like object that pulled his soul away. He even saw his body lose control and fall straight to the ground.

As for the glowing bead, it seemed that only Chen Zhou could see it. The pedestrians nearby found someone fell down and quickly called the emergency number.

But Chen Zhou’s soul had already left, and his body instantly became cold.

With a flash of light, Chen Zhou's soul was pulled by the beads and he had no concept of time and arrived at this unknown place.

At this moment, the bead emitted a soft halo. Chen Zhou felt very comfortable bathing in it, but he felt uneasy because he had no entity.

There seemed to be something flying outside the halo, as disorganized as pieces of rags.

Chen Zhou tried to stretch out his soul's hands to grab it. It must be said that it was very suicidal to do such a thing in an unfamiliar environment without knowing the consequences.

But fortunately, nothing bad happened. Chen Zhou only felt a slight burning sensation in his hand that extended the halo, and he successfully took the fragment into his hand.

When he looked at it in front of his eyes, there seemed to be some strange patterns on the fragment. Unfortunately, before he had time to take a closer look, the halo of the bead swayed gently, and the fragment quickly melted into his hand and disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, a message came into Chen Zhou's mind. This message seemed to have been processed, and when he received it, it was like flipping through a book, telling a short story of someone else's life.

Liu Yuji is a casual cultivator. If his father had not sold his family's hundred acres of fertile land to take him in search of immortality, he might still be a local rich man in Liujia Village.

It is useless to search for an immortal even if you cannot find one. That year, the 40-year-old father Liu kowtowed and prayed to the immortal to test his spiritual roots.

The three-inch spiritual root has just touched the threshold of cultivating immortals, but after wasting decades in the worldly world, how can he still feel the existence of spiritual energy?

Perhaps his perseverance moved God, the fifteen-year-old Liu Yuji's spiritual roots were six inches and seven points, and his aptitude was above average.

Unfortunately, the "immortal" who tested the spiritual roots was just an independent cultivator. How could he have the energy and resources to train a country bumpkin whom he had never met before?

Even if they wanted to recommend him to the Immortal Sect, the Immortal Sect required that children of a certain age be nurtured from an early age to know their roots and background. Liu Yuji was already fifteen years old, so which Immortal Sect would accept him?

But the spiritual ginseng that the Liu family father and son obtained by chance was extremely precious to him, a casual Qi-cultivating cultivator. However, this casual cultivator was also an honest man that was rarely seen in the world of immortal cultivation in a century.

So he left behind a common martial arts book in the world of immortal cultivation, without caring whether the two could understand it or not. After receiving the precious medicine, he left amidst the Liu father and son's numerous thanks.

The Liu family father and son, who had found the immortal, returned to Liujia Village shortly afterwards.

At this time, the family's fertile fields had long been sold, leaving only a yard overgrown with weeds and a dilapidated house. No one had visited his mother's grave for many years.

After being away from home for eight years, Liu's father was in a daze as he lost his home again.

When he left, his wife had died of illness. When he returned, none of the children in the village recognized the local rich man. They just thought he was a beggar who had wandered there from somewhere.

Father Liu practiced the martial arts for three years but learned nothing and passed away with regret while mumbling to himself.

Liu Yuji practiced for three years at his father's urging, but still achieved nothing. In his eyes, immortals were just his father's imagination, and there was no such thing as cultivating immortals in this world.

My father spent all the family wealth on cultivating immortality and took me to wander around. He was really crazy.

However, his father's death from depression was still a big blow to him.

Who could have thought that on the night of his father's burial, he would suddenly have an idea and feel the presence of spiritual energy.

Then, somehow, he became a cultivator at the first level of Qi training.

The scene stops abruptly here. Is there a way to cultivate immortality in this world? Unfortunately, there are only vague memories of the incident, and only a few obscure and difficult to understand words about cultivating immortality.

Chen Zhou looked out of the halo, and at this moment he was in a magical perspective. Outside lay a young body, which was more like a fresh corpse than a body.

Because he was no longer breathing, his face was pale and lifeless.

There seemed to be a mixture of light and shadow in the distance, and there was also a strong vibration. However, due to the halo, nothing could be seen clearly from a distance.

The dead young man looked very familiar, it was the face of the casual cultivator Liu Yuji. Chen Zhou was a little panicked, what kind of a hell is this place? It seems that those fragments are his only way to understand the outside world.

As if responding to his thoughts, fragments soon fell near the halo. Chen Zhou reached out and grabbed them again.

The familiar halo swayed again, the fragments turned into nothingness, and Chen Zhou once again entered Liu Yuji's world.

Time came back to the year when Liu Yuji was fifteen years old. He went through the story again. The content seemed to be no different, but those things seemed to become much clearer in an instant.

What made Chen Zhou even more excited was that a small part of that unknown and common cultivation technique had been completed, and even its name was known - Qing Yuan Gong.

Well, the name sounds very shabby. Just like the so-called General Principles of Qi Refining and the Complete Solution to Formation Techniques, the name is intimidating, but in reality it is just a trick made up by some little cultivator who has nothing better to do than to fool people.

The difference between immortals and mortals is so outrageous. A casual cultivator with nothing can make the Liu family father and son, who have suffered losses, grateful even if he gives away a few things.

Chen Zhou was still unclear about this, and even if he knew, what would it matter? It was good enough that he knew it. It was merciful that the casual cultivator did not kill him directly. Who would care whether this cultivation method was good or not?

To his delight, this method really worked, so he followed the same method and grabbed a dozen more fragments and digested them one by one.

The fragments turned into a warm current and entered his mind, seemingly strengthening his soul.

It was comfortable enough to soak in the halo of the beads. Absorbing the memory fragments did not make him feel tired or dizzy. Instead, his whole soul felt warm.

Chen Zhou felt that he would definitely be much stronger if his soul had a physical body.

Liu Yuji's life was replayed and supplemented piece by piece. When he digested the ninth fragment, the Qing Yuan Gong was finally completed.

Chen Zhou first felt the technique according to the description, and nothing happened.

The most urgent thing is to understand the surrounding situation first.

When the seventeenth fragment was digested, Chen Zhou stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and there were no more fragments flying around.

At the same time, he also knew why Liu Yuji appeared here and died.

It is said that on the second day after Liu Yuji became a Qigong practitioner, he decided to leave home to look for further opportunities.

He buried his father next to his mother's grave, and it is not known whether the two agreed.