Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

The moment the bronze coffin closed, Xiao Bei's back hit the cold stone wall.

The mist condensed from the chaotic energy swirled around him, like thousands of ice snakes crawling along his Taoist robe.

He clasped his five fingers on the raised Taotie pattern on the edge of the formation, his knuckles turning white from being soaked in the dark gold blood - these sticky liquids wrapped around his wrists like living things, locking his immortal power within the small space of the spiritual platform.

"Hunyuan Tiangang!" Xiao Bei bit his tongue and spurted out blood, but the golden-red blood beads turned into ashes the moment they touched the mist.

He looked at the gradually fading chaotic vortex in his palm and finally understood why the bronze coffin made his soul tremble.

Every pattern on the heart suspended in the coffin was exactly the same as the origin of chaos that he had awakened in the Immortal Burial Abyss three days ago.

The muffled sound of gears meshing came from the depths of the fog, and nine towering pillars were looming in the mist.

Xiao Bei staggered and touched the broken heart-protecting scales on his waist, and the fragments of icy light stung his palms.

Three days ago, when Beili had tied the scales on him, the scent of pear blossoms from the girl's hair seemed to still linger on his nose. "If you dare to take risks alone again, this fairy will freeze your chaotic vortex into an ice lump!"

"I'm afraid you're really going to get frozen this time..." Xiao Bei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wry smile. The black Taoist robe had been corroded by the mist, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

He suddenly noticed the direction of the dark patterns on the array platform. The cuneiform characters stained with his own blood formed a mirror image with the carvings on the pillar.

The chaotic vortex suddenly trembled violently, and Xiao Bei knelt on one knee with a groan.

Golden threads as thin as hair emerged from the mist and were flowing along his meridians.

Each thread brought a burning pain like a needle, pulling his newly born chaotic origin out of his spiritual platform.

In a trance, he seemed to see himself when he first entered the fairyland three hundred years ago - at that time, he was just a servant picking up broken swords on the Zhuxiantai, and Beili was still a snow-feathered crane that always loved to peck at his hair crown.

"Xiao Bei, you big idiot!" The sound of the crane's cry and the girl's angry voice overlapped in his memory, and Xiao Bei's dilated pupils refocused.

The dark golden blood on the edge of the formation had already flowed over his ankles at some point. The moment the liquid touched his wound, it transformed into countless tiny bronze coffin shadows.

The chaotic vortex suddenly let out a wail as if on the verge of collapse, and Xiao Bei's right arm began to become translucent.

He forced himself to inject the last bit of immortal power into his brow, but the mark of chaos that appeared on his forehead only lit up for a moment before dimming.

Ethereal Buddhist chanting rang out in the mist, and seventy-two bronze lamps emerged from the void. The dancing flames of the wicks were filled with the afterimages of past battles.

"The law of cause and effect becomes concrete..." Xiao Bei suddenly coughed up blood with a golden glow. He finally saw the source of the golden threads wrapped around him - at the end of each thread was a bronze lamp, and what was burning in the flames of the lamps were all the causes and effects he had created since he entered the fairyland.

The severe pain caused his vision to begin to distort, but Xiao Bei suddenly laughed softly.

He touched his heart tremblingly, where a faint green light was resisting the erosion of the golden thread - it was the half of his life essence that Beili had passed on to him that year.

Three hundred years ago, on that snowy evening, as the young girl pressed her spirit into his spirit platform, she raised her chin and said, "If you dare to die before this fairy, I will freeze your soul in the Nine Nether Cold Spring for three thousand years!"

The moment the chaotic vortex completely collapsed, Xiao Bei suddenly leaped towards the center of the formation.

The dark gold blood condensed into chains the moment he jumped up, but he grabbed them with his backhand and wrapped them around his arm.

Seventy-two bronze lamps burst out with dazzling light at the same time, and he saw his figure reflected in the flames being cut into pieces by countless golden threads of cause and effect.

"Beili... I'm sorry..." The moment Xiao Bei's fingertips were about to touch the bronze coffin, the clear cry of a crane suddenly filled the entire space.

The golden thread of cause and effect wrapped around his right hand broke without warning, and the silent green light in his heart suddenly transformed into the shadow of a crane with spread wings.

The cuneiform characters on the edge of the formation began to reorganize frantically, and in the depths of Guixu three hundred thousand miles away, the blood on the broken stele of "Chaos Returns Together" was seeping into the void along the reversed inscription... The flames of the seventy-two bronze lamps suddenly stagnated, and the moment the crane shadow penetrated the chaotic fog, Xiao Bei's fingertips touched something soft.

The dark golden blood beads condensed on the array platform suddenly rolled back into the air, turning into stars in the sky and falling into the suddenly opened gap in the void.

When Bei Li's snow-white skirt swept across the edge of the bronze coffin, the golden threads that were gnawing at Xiao Bei's meridians actually made a crisp sound like ice cracking.

"You agreed to be an ice sculpture of Jiuyou Cold Spring. How dare you change the script without permission?" The girl's fingertips, scented with pear blossoms, touched Xiao Bei's brow, and his broken chaotic vortex suddenly emitted the sound of frost condensing.

The glass bottle hanging on Beili's waist shattered with a sound, and three drops of chalcedony shining with moonlight fell accurately into Xiao Bei's mouth - that was the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Frost Dew that she had nurtured in the Arctic Ice Soul for three hundred years.

Ripples appeared in the void outside the formation, and the immortals watching in front of the Kunlun Mirror all breathed a sigh of relief.

The judge's pen held by the Star Lord Sima Ming splashed cinnabar on the Book of Life and Death, and the tip of the pen hovered three inches above the word "Xiao Bei" but never fell.

The hand of the East Sea Dragon King, which was stroking its dragon whiskers, trembled slightly, and the coral armrest that had just been crushed was turning into fluorescent light and dissipating.

"How do you know..." Xiao Bei coughed out blood foam mixed with icy crystals, but his unfinished question was interrupted by Bei Li's wide-open almond-shaped eyes.

The Snow Soul Pearl pinned in the girl's hair suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the blush on her ear. "Even when I was fishing in Guixu, I could hear the sound of your spirit platform shattering. It made three baskets of my ice fish escape!"

From the mist came the roar of a giant object rolling over bronze, and the flames of seventy-two lamps suddenly exploded into a wall of fire.

Bei Li's cloud sleeves embroidered with frost patterns brushed across the formation platform, and the flowing dark golden blood froze into a winding glacier.

She suddenly pulled Xiao Bei's clothes close to her. As their breathing intertwined, a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other came from the bottom of the formation.

"A three-hundred-year-old antique can't even learn to see the key to the formation?" Bei Li condensed ice spikes on his fingertips and slashed towards the void. The giant claws that emerged from the cracks were as thick as the pillars of the palace, and chaotic thunder and fire surged between the dark purple scales.

Xiao Bei protected her behind him with his backhand, and the chaotic vortex regrouped and took shape under the nourishment of the black frost dew. This time, frost and snow patterns condensed in the center of the vortex.

At the moment when the nine towering pillars collapsed, a bronze statue with three eyes and six arms rose in the center of the formation.

Each of its palms held a burning lamp of karma, and the bone spurs growing between its ribs were strung with the skeletons of hundreds of golden immortals.

Bei Li suddenly stood on tiptoe and bit Xiao Bei's earlobe: "In the southeast, those wicks are arranged in the Big Dipper Star-Breaking Formation!"

Xiao Bei held the girl's waist and turned around to avoid the bone spur, and the hem of his Taoist robe was burned by the lightning and fire.

The chaotic vortex in his palm suddenly reversed direction and swallowed up all the poisonous mist spewed out by the colossus.

Bei Li tapped the tip of her toes on the fallen pillar, and frost and snow spread rapidly along the bronze lines, freezing the giant's legs in the ice in the blink of an eye.

"Eye!

Its third eye is swallowing lamp oil! "Beili's voice transmission mixed with ice crystals crashed into Xiao Bei's spiritual platform.

The vertical pupils on the giant statue's forehead were madly absorbing the flames of the seventy-two lamps, and what was reflected in the pupils was actually the scene of Xiao Bei picking up the sword on the Zhuxian Terrace that year.

Xiao Bei put his fingers together as a sword and stabbed his heart. The half ray of green light essence he took out turned into a sharp arrow, which pierced through his vertical pupil with the power of chaos.

Amidst a deafening roar, the bronze giant collapsed into a sky full of cuneiform characters.

Beili stumbled when he landed on the ground. A bone spur had cut his left shoulder open, leaving a wound about an inch long. The indigo poisonous blood soaked through the snow-white gauze.

Xiao Bei caught her falling body and found that chain-like black lines appeared on the back of the girl's neck - that was the backlash of touching the forbidden formation.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Bei's voice was very hoarse. He placed his palm on Bei Li's wound and circulated the power of chaos.

The scent of pear blossoms mixed with the smell of blood from the girl's hair lingered in his nose, reminding him of the broken pieces of jade that fell between the wings of the Snow-Feathered Crane when it blocked the heavenly calamity for him three hundred years ago.

Bei Li suddenly reached out and poked his tense jaw: "Xiao Xianzun, do you look like you want to cry?

This fairy doesn't have a jade bottle to hold tears..."

The remaining bronze fragments suddenly resonated, and half a rune with chaotic energy appeared at the bottom of the array.

As the icicles condensed from Beili's fingertips touched the rune, the entire space suddenly began to collapse.

The seventy-two extinguished bronze lamps rekindled their blue flames, and this time Yan's mind was filled with the image of Beili fishing in Guixu.

"Don't let go!" Xiao Bei wrapped Bei Li in his Taoist robe, and the chaotic vortex formed a protection around the two of them.

In the burst of light from the runes, he saw that the frost mark on the girl's neck matched perfectly with his own chaos lines.

Bei Li suddenly raised her head and pressed her lips against his slightly cold lips. In the moment when the light engulfed everything, she murmured, "This time... you are not allowed to be alone..."

The Kunlun Mirror outside the formation suddenly exploded. The Star Lord Sima Ming looked at the chaotic energy flickering among the fragments on the ground. The judge's pen finally drew an intertwined red line of fate on the book of life and death.

The broken stele in the depths of Guixu completely collapsed, and the culture on the stele disappeared into the void like a stream of light. And on the top of a snowy mountain 300,000 miles away, the ancient sword inserted in the ice suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar.