C2 The Microscopic View of the World

"Look, the rabbit at the edge of South-sky Mountain Range!" Old Man Hu suddenly pointed at South-sky Mountain Range and said.

Ying Zui gathered his vision and looked over. He vaguely saw a rabbit running very fast. It almost left a shadow behind, which made Ying Zui speechless. In an instant, the situation changed. The rabbit that was running was caught by an iron claw of an eagle. Then, blood sprayed out, and its body broke into two pieces. Its death was very tragic.

There was no fluctuation in Ying Zui's eyes. He just looked at Old Man Hu doubtfully, not knowing what he meant.

"Perhaps, you are right. The Immortal Fate is a shackle, a prison cell. However, if one doesn't achieve immortality, he is still an ant. No one can escape from it!" Old Man Hu said plainly, his eyes were filled with endless loneliness.

"The rabbit might be the overlord of the grass forest, but it died when it encountered the eagle!"

"You are looking at the goshawk!" Old Man Hu said in a deep voice.

Ying Zui looked again. The goshawk was about to fly out of his sight.

At this time, a ferocious giant bird swallowed the goshawk. The goshawk did not even let out a scream before it turned into something in the stomach of the giant bird.

"Phew!"

Ying Zui suddenly exhaled and looked at South-sky Mountain Range in shock!

"Do you see it? This is the South-sky Mountain Range, this is the world, this is not the Immortal Fate, this is just a dog made of straw!"

"The Great Thousand World corresponds to the South-sky Mountain Range. Every blade of grass and tree is a territory. The rabbit might be you, me, or perhaps the overlord of the South-sky Mountain Range, but it is just sitting in the well and observing the world with its own strength!"

"You, me, I'm just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. I'm just a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered. Once you become an Immortal Fate, you'll be able to reverse your priorities!" Old Man Hu said slowly.

Apart from looking at South-sky Mountain Range, Old Man Hu was also observing Ying Zui's every move.

After hearing the words, Ying Zui could not calm down for a long time. Perhaps he was really wrong. Would he be able to live a peaceful life for a hundred years?

Was he really wrong?

Ying Zui had already gone deep into his heart and asked himself deeply.

"South-sky Mountain Range is like the whole world. Rabbits, goshawk, and that giant bird corresponds to all living beings in the world. You are that rabbit now. Above you, there are goshawk and giant bird. Do you want to live in peace for a hundred years?"

"How can a rabbit not want to live a peaceful life for a hundred years? It's a pity that it died!"

Every word of Old Man Hu was like a stab to the heart, forcing Ying Zui to agree with his idea.

"Ha!" Ying Zui smiled bitterly and nodded bitterly. He agreed with Old Man Hu's words.

Old Man Hu's eyes lit up and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"Cultivators in the world will never leave their sect," Old Man Hu took another sip of tea and said slowly.

This time, Ying Zui did not refuse or refute. He looked at him curiously, looking forward to his next explanation.

"Seed Dao, Spirit Opening, Embracing Pill, Divine Palace. As for the realm after that, it's just a legend that I have never seen before!" Old Man Hu sighed with emotion.

"Oh? Is that so?" Ying Zui said in surprise.

"That's right, but I have seen a mighty Immortal who can move mountains and fill seas with just a wave of his hand." Old Man Hu said slowly with a shocked expression on his face.

Ying Zui's eyes sparkled. He could sense that Old Man Hu seemed to be hiding something. Perhaps he couldn't touch it now, and he couldn't bite off more than he could chew.

"Seed Dao, Spirit Opening, Embracing Pill, Divine Palace!" An unyielding light was reflected in Ying Zui's eyes. This was a vast world, waiting for the old man to die and the immortal life to live forever. It was only a matter of a thought from him.

"How do I look forward to it?" Old Man Hu asked with a strange smile.

Looking forward to it or not?

What did immortality have to do with him, stepping on the moon and plucking the stars have to do with him?

Ying Zui's brows relaxed, and his eyes shone with a wise light. He said, "Is it important to look forward to it? Or is it not important?"

Old Man Hu's eyes narrowed. He sighed and said with disappointment, "Ying Zui, you are not a mortal. I know that you are not ready to enter the cultivation world yet. You are now a dragon in the abyss. One day, you will become the dragon that laughs at the nine heavens. Looking down on the world! "

"Old man, I have a sense of urgency in my heart these few days, as if a great disaster is coming. This was a trembling that came from the depths of a creature's soul, and this source came from you. You better tell me about your past, or else no one will erect a monument for you even if you die! " Ying Zui's expression was serious, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Ying Zui really wanted to know the past of the old man with the surname Hu. They had lived together for seven years. Old Man Hu and the villagers of Wang Village had melted his cold and lonely heart.

Ying Zui regarded them as family. Although they didn't have any bloodline connection, their relationship wasn't bad at all.

Old Man Hu looked hesitant. He sighed and said in a gloomy tone, "It's better if you don't know about it. Send me to South-sky Mountain Range tomorrow, in case you bring disaster to Wang Village."

Old man Hu's words were complicated. Even with his disposition, his expression was gloomy.

What he said was right. He was already on the verge of death. He couldn't lead the disaster to Wang Village and Ying Zui.

His death was not to be regretted. The people of Wang Village were simple and honest. They had never seen a great war. Ying Zui was still young. He was destined to be proud of the nine heavens in the future. How could he die prematurely like this?

Ying Zui was silent. Everything was within his expectations. He silently pushed the chair of the old man with the surname Hu down the hill.

After the two of them left, at the edge of South-sky Mountain Range in the distance, a thick fog filled the air. It was like a dense mist that sealed the sky and earth.

On the way back, Ying Zui and Old Man Hu had solemn expressions on their faces. It was obvious that both of them had pressing matters in their hearts.

The moon was like a silver hook, and the sky was exceptionally hazy. Within ten thousand miles, there was a layer of silver light that was extremely enchanting.

Under the bright moon, the shadows of Ying Zui and Old Man Hu were pulled very, very long.

The closer they got to the Wang Village, the stronger the sense of danger in Ying Zui's heart became. His heart was trembling, and his body was trembling. His body instinctively wanted to run away from this place.

"Something's not right, it's too quiet!" Ying Zui stopped and said to Old Man Hu.

It was only Xu Shi now. Usually, the villagers of Wang Village should be sitting under the banyan tree, laughing and laughing, instead of being as quiet as the dead of night. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Wang Village Village was very quiet and strange. There was not even the sound of insects. Ying Zui's heart tightened, as if there was a great fear ahead. Terror, waiting for him to enter the jar.

In his past life, this kind of instinct that came from the instinct of living creatures had saved him many times. He had never doubted this instinct.

Old Man Hu's expression was very ugly. He had some guesses in his heart. He didn't expect those people to come so quickly. It was so fast that he could react in time, and Wang Village would suffer a disaster.

Entering Wang Village, the village was brightly lit. However, he could not see a single person. It was strange and terrifying.

"Hu!"

A gust of strong wind blew over, and a large amount of blood gushed into their noses. It was a strong and stinky smell.

Ying Zui's expression changed dramatically. He abandoned Old Man Hu and ran quickly into a courtyard.

The blood on the stone house made Ying Zui's vision darken. He suppressed the trembling of his body and slowly pushed open the wooden door.

Pitiful, very miserable!

Inside the stone house, minced meat splattered everywhere, leaving only two heads on the square table. The entire scene was like a purgatory.

The two heads had disheveled hair, and their faces were filled with fear. They still had unfinished regrets and reluctance to part with the world.

Two pairs of empty eyes were filled with blood and tears as they stared at Ying Zui, who was standing in front of the door.

It seemed like they were asking why?