I am a living immortal.

On a mountain range 18000 miles away from Yu State, a cold figure was looking towards Yu State, no, towards Jiading Prefecture.

This man bore some resemblance to the one he had killed during the Yan Dynasty, yet something else was different. It wasn't his arms that had been transformed, but his feet. This man's face was like meticulously carved marble, expressionless and motionless, as if fixed. Only his purple eyes, though indifferent, were lively.

&34;I didn't expect that I would be the first one to come out.&34;

"Revenge, then, revenge." The beating voice and the expressionless face gave people the illusion of who was speaking.

The man was holding an old man in his hand. His face was pale and he looked extremely listless.

He was kidnapped by the man in front of him, and he didn't know which beast betrayed him.

He came from the Tianyan Sect, which, as the name suggests, sought to understand the mysteries of the heavens and to understand them through interpretation. He had calculated that he was about to face a calamity and had already made preparations, even hiding in the mountains and forests to avoid it. But he had forgotten that the first lesson his master had taught him was to avoid calamity: you can avoid it temporarily, but not forever.

You can't avoid the disaster, you can only reduce it, turning a big disaster into a small one.

But this time was different. Whether it was because the disaster was too great or because he was not well-trained, he could not dodge or transform it, so he could only resort to this last resort.

But... in the end, I couldn't escape.

This man showed up. He had no idea what he was, whether he was a human, a ghost, a demon, a monster, a god, or an immortal. He only knew that his methods were like paper in front of him, easily torn apart.

This strange man came to him for deduction.

Deducing the whereabouts of an immortal was practically killing him. He should never have left the mountain in the first place. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have become famous. If he hadn't been famous, no one would have come looking for him. If no one had come looking for him, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state of humiliation, even risking his life.

This disaster had been brewing since he came down the mountain. He had spent his entire life studying the art of deduction. Was this why doctors couldn't heal themselves?

By the time he realized it, it was too late.

"Have you deduced that?" a man's voice came from above.

"Cough." The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and pointed in a direction.

&34;In that direction, the person you are looking for is without a trace, has transcended the five elements, and is no longer in reincarnation. He...&34;

"Okay, I don't want to hear your nonsense. Are you sure it's that direction?"

The old man nodded weakly and said, "Yes."

"Very well, if you miscalculated, I will extract your soul and freeze it in black ice, where you will experience the extreme cold of the Cold Hell for eternity, without the possibility of reincarnation."

The man finished speaking, the corners of his expressionless mouth twitching upward. The old man, feeling the star of doom flickering overhead, paled even further. Honestly, he had no confidence. The being he sought was clearly no pushover. He still vividly remembered the feeling of drifting, disconnected from the world. Fate had no power over him, cause and effect had no beginning or end. The past was unknown, the future was uncertain, and the present was adrift and unsupported. This was definitely an enlightened being, or even... I dared not even think about it.

He didn't dare to make a direct deduction, but instead used the surrounding details to deduce the truth. This was as difficult as trying to find someone without being able to touch them. If you didn't dare to go directly to them, you had to go in circles, picking up clues from every passerby you passed, and ultimately piecing together the information you wanted.

Also, if you calculate directly if you are an enlightened person, the information may not be calculated, but it is possible that you will calculate yourself to death.

This was a very tedious and difficult task. Even a trivial piece of information could trigger the other party. Moreover, he hadn't deduced a Daoist since leaving the Tianyan Sect. Would such a being become angry and spread rumors about the Tianyan Sect...

This thin old man, worried about his own life, also had to worry about his own sect. If he had known this would happen, he would have not learned the art of deduction and gone to the next door, where the group of sword immortals were living freely. However, everything in this world has its destiny, and he himself knew that he could never become a sword immortal. He had no interest in swords, nor did he have the talent for it.

Tianyan Sect was right next to Yinjian Mountain, and being neighbors with a group of sword immortals was not pleasant. Compared to them, Tianyan Sect was like a group of rats, guarding their own mountain gate and never going out unless necessary.

I was so stupid that I went down the mountain.

I encountered something like this after coming down the mountain. If I were still in the sect, I might have been able to escape this disaster. But there is no medicine for regret in this world.

He didn't know who was arresting him, nor did he know who he was looking for. He didn't dare to calculate anything.

He was really miserable...

The little old man had a sad face, but the man who caught him didn't seem to care or pay any attention.

This man knew how powerful that person was, so he didn't care whether the other person knew he was coming. He knew that the other person would most likely be waiting for him there. He understood the person's character, the kind of self-confidence that made him feel like he was the only one in the world.

He just needed to know where the other party was. He didn't care what method the old man used, whether it was direct or secretly pieced together, he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was revenge.

He doesn't even care about his own life.

You say he's bound to win? That's absolutely impossible. But he still hurried over because it was interesting. This new world was so interesting, and Su Mu was so interesting too.

And he can't die. This isn't like Calabash Brothers sending their grandpa off, one by one, the ones at the back are stronger.

The arm died on Su Mu's body.

The head had committed suicide. The third one who had revived had the power of his head and arms. He was no longer the same person he was before, and he would not be forced to commit suicide like his arms.

When it comes to suicide, each torso has its own personality. The brain, however, is known for its calmness and composure. He was the second to be revived, unlike the premature infant in the arm. Yet, he still chose suicide, because after comparing himself, he realized his own strength was insufficient for revenge. He chose the best outcome: suicide, leaving the opportunity to the next torso to resuscitate.

But the brain thinks that the next thing to revive is the body.

If we look at it from the perspective of the time, that's also true. The body is the largest proportion of the body, the strongest, and the most resilient. Combined with the power shared by the brain and arms, it's possible to win against that person named Su Mu.

But... the accident still happened. He revived his body before his body did, but he wasn't as calm as his brain. His legs were rather erratic.