My Transformed System is Toxic

Chapter 769
This world, she has been here before, in the not-too-distant future.

The divine sense that was revealed just now has given Shi Lan a general understanding of the era she is in now.

There are still more than a hundred thousand years from her later life, Xianqin has been destroyed, and the Han royal family has inherited more than ten emperors, and their fortunes are at their peak.

Facing this somewhat familiar world, Shi Lan couldn't help but feel a little familiar. The astrology of the entire star field was exactly the same as the peaceful land in her memory.

After staring at the brilliant starry sky for a long time, Shi Lan put aside all thoughts about cultivation for the time being, the Myriad Transformation Saint Cloth circulated, and her apparent cultivation base stayed at the seventh level.

In today's world, neither high nor low will attract attention, nor will it attract unreasonable underestimation.

One step later, she had already stepped into the Imperial Capital of the Great Han Dynasty.

Inside the imperial capital, there is a splendid atmosphere, row upon row of pavilions and palaces, the long street is paved with gold and jade, and an invisible formation covers all directions, gathering the spirit of the world's dragon veins. A huge figure hovers on the top of the sky, and the red dragon rides the clouds, Swallowing the clouds and blowing out the fog, endless rain of light fell on the sky.

The light and rain fell on the body, without the slightest moisture, and blended into the body, with astonishing aura fluctuations, silently, nourishing the foundation of the imperial city, and the outstanding people.

On the long street, most of the people who passed by were martial arts practitioners. Shi Lan felt the energy of many worlds, and embarked on the road of martial arts that was not far from what she remembered.

Condensate the world, replace the way of heaven with your own way, and shepherd all spirits in the world.

This kind of cultivation method was not a problem before, but from Shi Lan's point of view, it is undoubtedly a bit like cultivating the seed of the world, the embryonic form of the way of heaven.

This is also a way to transform into the source of all things in the world and reverse it back to its original state.

For those masters who want to prolong their lifespan, this method is at least a little more reliable than source crystals, but it just takes a long time and takes a long time.

If the person who created this method is still alive, his plans must be not small, and he must be extremely patient.

Shi Lan walked slowly across the street, and the passers-by beside her all passed by, and no one noticed her existence.

Even though the great man is in its heyday, the world is in peace, and under the splendid imperial capital, there is still black mist raging, flowing with the evil of human nature, and some desires have undergone even more terrifying mutations under the increase of cultivation base.

Shi Lan just glanced at this, and didn't intervene. She has already passed the age of passionate blood, and her Taoist heart is as stable as a sacred mountain. It is easy to cleanse this world, but she can't cleanse people's hearts, so she forcibly intervened and beheaded. The red dragon lingering in the sky, except for a sigh of relief, she can't get anything substantial.

The longevity that all living beings seek is within reach for her now, and time has been unable to leave traces on her body, and all that is left before her is the last dragon pass behind her neck.

Ever since she stepped into the long river of time and space, Shi Lan has always felt a sense of spirit locked on her body. Even now, when she arrived in this world, the feeling of being stared at has not dissipated.

She can't imagine any existence other than the origin day, which can have this kind of power.

The invisible spiritual sense has already warned her that once the last barrier behind the neck is broken through, the law of time and space will penetrate the back and go straight to the heavenly spirit. The conflict between her and the heaven of origin will become within reach, even In a flash.

This is a battle she does not have much confidence in. Her current power can be said to come from the origin of heaven, stealing the source power from the long river of time and space for her own use.

If you start a war with the origin of heaven, it is tantamount to taking the knife in his hand and chopping his head off.

What will happen in the end, no one can predict.

But in the face of this battle with no certainty of victory, Shi Lan didn't have much worry in his heart, but felt a little confused.

On the road of practice, she was pushed forward by the system at the beginning. At that time, it seemed that she didn't need to think about anything, and just walked on according to the arranged track.

Later, the system gave less and less guidance, and what pushed her forward became the heavy pressure between life and death. When she stepped into the tenth step, the shackles of Shouyuan faded from her body, and she returned to her own era. It became an obsession.

At this moment, she was just a step away from going back, but she fell into confusion.

When she traveled through time and space, she just wanted to change the ending of her parents' death. Step by step, she has gradually understood the result in her heart. Under the general trend of history, it is difficult to undo what has happened.

This period of ancient history did not leave any chance for living beings to regret.

After walking for a long time, as the evening approached, Shi Lan returned to the lunar star until the blood glow lit up the sky.

On the star that was originally empty, there appeared a young man in a fine attire. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. You can see that you have read a lot of Taoist scriptures.

For the existence of the young man, Shi Lan was not surprised. She had already noticed the existence of the young man when he was far away in the imperial capital.

He climbed from the Tianshan Mountain below, and he should have just happened to see the scene when the lunar star descended, so he came here.

"I've seen you, senior." The young man bowed cautiously, and tentatively asked, "Did senior bring this star from beyond the sky?"

"This place used to be the entrance of the fairy gate, and it fell into this world by accident."

Shi Lan said something casually, without explaining in detail.

"So it's from the fairy world! Is it heaven?!" A trace of excitement welled up between the young man's brows.

"Have you heard of Heavenly Court?" Shi Lan raised her eyebrows. In this era, immortality has already been destroyed for some time. It would be a bit surprising for a young man to blurt out that.

"I happened to read an ancient legend. The Heavenly Court is in the fairy world, and the immortals and gods inside it are like a sea. For them, bringing the dead back to life is just a matter of effort."

The young man suddenly saw the dilapidated palace not far away, and was at a loss for words for a moment.

After hesitating for a while, he asked with some curiosity: "Which fairy god lived in this star?"

"Above this star, there used to be a Guanghan Palace, where a female fairy named Chang'e once practiced." Shi Lan shook her head slightly, revealing a person who did not exist in this world.

She had seen this star when the Heavenly Court was at its peak, and there was no Guanghan Palace above the star, so why talk about Chang'e.

A story is a story after all, and the reason why she said this is just a part of her nostalgia for her homeland in her heart.

But for her words, the young man obviously believed deeply, and his curiosity continued to soar: "That female fairy must also have great powers."

"Supernatural powers..." Shi Lan muttered to himself, and suddenly stared at the young man in front of him: "What do you think is supernatural powers?"

"Bringing the dead back to life, bringing the dead back to life, watching the past and the future, listening to the desolation of the universe, and immortality is supernatural powers."

"The difference is not far."

Shi Lan was noncommittal, and asked again: "What do you think the path of cultivation depends on?"

"Three points of luck, seven points of diligence."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded affirmatively, confirming his answer:

"The journey of martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. How much you can achieve in the end depends entirely on yourself. No matter how talented you are, if you practice lazily and don't sharpen your own Dao Xin, your ultimate achievement will be limited."

"You are wrong." Shi Lan's eyes gradually became turbulent: "The current path of cultivation is very destined, and it is not in the slightest."

"Senior, what do you mean by that, when I was born, the end of my life is already doomed?" The young man scratched his head in confusion: "Then what is the meaning of practicing?"

"Cultivation lies in cultivating the mind. At least which path to take to reach the end is up to you to choose now."

Shi Lan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there were terrifying fluctuations in the depths. She woke up for a moment, had an epiphany, and kept whispering in her mouth:
"A senior once told me that the way of the strong in the world is nothing more than three, the way of emperor, the way of king, and the way of overbearing."

"The emperor cherishes life, the world is the most virtuous, supports all spirits and seeks the emperor's career; the king is high above, embraces benevolence and replaces heaven and shepherds spirits; the heart is domineering; he emphasizes power and despise power, and grasping power means controlling the change of power in the world."

Speaking of this, Shi Lan paused for a while, and then asked, "What do you think you are?"

"It should be none of the three." The boy frowned and thought hard for a long time, before finally shaking his head.

He seemed to understand something, but for a moment he couldn't grasp the flash of spiritual light wandering around.

Shi Lan's eyes were bright, and the ignorance of the young man made her re-analyze the path of practice, all confusion was swept away, and the road ahead was already on the way home.

"You are talented and intelligent. It is not easy to realize something. I will stay here for a while. On the cultivation, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me at any time."

After regaining consciousness, Shi Lan gradually calmed down, and offered the boy a chance: "What's your name?"

"The younger generation's surname is Wang and Mang, and the clan bestows the word Jujun."

(End of this chapter)