At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

Night gradually fell and the cold wind blew.

Baili Qian sat alone in the cold wind, the words of the Gu family elder kept echoing in his mind...

"It's not appropriate for my Gu family to keep you here."

...

Those words echoed in his mind over and over again, making his sitting figure hunched and humble. The tiny hope he once had was crushed by every word.

He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of being cannon fodder. He just hoped that he could at least get a safe place to live and a backer, so that the children of his own tribe could grow up safely, instead of becoming "magic tools" for other tribes to play with and practice.

The night wind became even colder, blowing through Baili Qian's clothes.

He wiped his face hard with his rough hands and rubbed it vigorously, but the cold wind blew across his face like a sword, causing unbearable pain.

"The power of hundreds of rules should be enough."

The majestic aura of the Mahayana Master Baili Qian slowly rose and then dissipated silently. His gaze became extremely firm as he once again gazed at the vast mountains and rivers in the night, "...I will definitely find a way out."

despair.

Suddenly, a pair of hands silently rested on his shoulders. The latter was shocked and his aura dissipated. Anyone with such ability must be the immortal of the Gu family!

"The humble tribe..."

Baili Qian turned around in an instant, and the determination and majestic resolve in his eyes disappeared in an instant, turning into instinctive humility and respect.

However, when he saw the figure, the words got stuck in his throat.

That was not the robe of the immortal of the Gu family, but a young man wearing linen clothes. However, his eyes were extremely weathered and extremely disconnected from his face.

"General, please take a seat. There is no need to be so reserved."

"Senior...you..."

"They all call me Futian."

"what?!"

Baili Qian felt his scalp tingling and a chill rushing to his forehead. He was once a person with extremely high talent. Even a cultivator like him from the blood-eating clan had heard of the name Futian.

He gasped in shock, why would the Immortal Futian come here...The gap between their identities was like a chasm between heaven and earth, and they would never be able to meet each other in the future.

But for some reason, Baili Qian didn't feel any sense of oppression in his body. Instead, his heart was gradually becoming calmer.

Chen Xun smiled peacefully and said, "General, can we chat?"

"I am a humble Baili Qian, unworthy of being addressed as such by the senior." Baili Qian took a few steps back, his voice very deep, not daring to speculate on the senior's intention in coming.

The title of General is just what his own clan members call him.

The generals in the military court are the real generals.

Chen Xun quietly looked at Baili Qian's lowered face, lost in thought for a moment: "It's okay, I have heard about your deeds, you once fought side by side with my disciples in Shenzhou and never retreated."

"Ten thousand years ago, during the battle of Quehai, your clan marched hundreds of thousands of miles and held off an army of millions of demons for months."

"Nine thousand years ago, on the battlefield of the Gods, your cultivators dug up an immortal tomb to cover their retreat, infected themselves with corpse poison, and blew themselves up, causing the Gods cultivators to retreat 100,000 miles in shock."

……

Chen Xun actually recited the achievements of the Baili clan in the past as if they were treasures. Baili Qian's throat was burning and his eyes were filled with shock. These insignificant achievements that had never been mentioned by the world...

The Immortal Futian actually recited every detail of it. But he was Futian, a man who sat on the clouds.

After a long while, Chen Xun paused and said with a gentle smile: "Based on these achievements, you are worthy of my title of general. I heard that you were leaving, so I came to see you off."

Baili Qian's throat was burning red and he couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Xun patted Baili Qian's shoulder again and took out a detailed map: "General, you in the Gu family may not know that the powerful demons outside the Nine Provinces have been eliminated, and only some small demons are still wreaking havoc."

"I will teach you the teleportation formation. You can use it directly. I will say hello to the disciples stationed there."

He pointed to a place and said, "This area is called Xuanwei, it is the Taiyi Great World's demon extinction zone. When you go there, if there are any big tribes that make it difficult for you to survive, you can report my name."

"Don't leave Xuanwei Heavenly Territory for the time being. The structure of the myriad races in Taiyi World is not yet stable. If I can't make it, there are also my followers there who will lend a helping hand to you."

"Yes, this junior will remember it."

Baili Qian was finally able to speak normally at this time. This was related to the future of his own clan. He did not have time to think about anything else. He listened carefully to Chen Xun's words, not daring to miss a word.

Chen Xun called him General, Baili Qian called him Senior, and the two talked about their own things.

Chen Xun was also constantly explaining to Baili Qian the structure of heaven and earth, from the Taiyi Nine States to the various heavenly realms. His words were easy to understand, which shocked Baili Qian's mind and it was like an epiphany.

He had never been exposed to such news, and had always been slow to learn about it, and it took decades or even hundreds of years for him to find out...

until late at night.

Chen Xun stopped instructing Baili Qian on the way forward, and the latter bowed deeply: "Senior, I won't accept any reward without merit. If you need my clan to do anything, I will do it without hesitation."

In this world of cultivating immortals, Baili Qian is very clear about the positioning of his own clan, and he also has a set of immortal cultivation logic for a blood-feeding race. The more help he gets from others, the more he will naturally get.

They have no sect, no Taoist inheritance, and have no relatives or friends with other immortal cultivators.

Hear the words.

Chen Xun's eyes were extremely deep. He put one hand behind his back and looked into the distance in the misty night: "Human race, I am very optimistic about the Baili lineage, and I want to establish a good relationship with you, general."

"Besides, this instruction does not take any time or effort on my part, nor does it offend any forces. It is done naturally, and the general does not need to feel any burden."

Back then, when he and Lao Niu were still mountain people, it was the Baili clan who led the creatures of the realm to protect them on the front line of the battlefield. What was this little favor worth now?

Human race, Baili!

Baili Qian's heartbeat slowed down a bit, and an indescribable warmth permeated his heart. So this was the feeling of being recognized and acknowledged...

Chen Xun looked at Baili Qian again and said with a smile: "General, don't despair or lose hope in your heart. The human race will not perish, and the title of the blood-eating race will eventually disappear."

His demeanor is humble and gentle, yet carries an unshakable sense of power, just like the simplicity and heaviness that the earth reveals invisibly.

After hearing what Chen Xun said, Baili Qian felt an unprecedented shock in his heart, as if an electric current ran through his whole body, and his heart seemed to be hit hard.

He didn't want to say anything hypocritical, but deeply remembered every word his senior said. In the end, all his emotions turned into just one word: "Yes!"

call!

A strong wind rose.

The True Spirit Kunpeng spread its wings in the night sky. Chen Xun actually bowed slightly to Baili Qian, but his eyes instantly revealed an endless domineering intention:

"General, even if the time and place are not favorable for you, you do not need to succumb to fate. Even if you are isolated and helpless, I will be the last line of defense for your Baili race."

Chen Xun's eyes focused and he stepped into the air. He stood on top of Kunpeng, and as its figure soared upward, his eyes revealed extremely strong living emotions.