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

The chaotic vortex was filled with rustling ice crystals, and Xiao Bei's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

He lowered his eyes to look at the frost mark on the neck of the person in his arms. The blue light was shining with the chaotic lines, like the fateful gears meshing with star tracks.

Bei Li suddenly grabbed his collar and stood on tiptoe in the bright light of the rune. The fairy mist escaping from between her lips and teeth condensed into fine ice crystals. "If you frown again, Immortal Master Xiao, be careful of the backlash of the Ice Soul..."

The dark blue flames shot up to three feet high, and the seventy-two bronze lamps reflected thousands of phantoms.

The ancient battlefield of gods and demons was reflected in Xiao Bei's pupils. Kneeling among the broken spears and armor was the Black Armor God King, whose face was 70% similar to his.

A half-broken bronze lamppost was stuck in the chest of the God King, and his fingertips were outlining the same chaos runes as the ones under their feet.

"It's the shadow-tracing technique of the Guixu era." Ice spikes condensed from Beili's fingertips and cut through his palm, and blood beads floated in the form of a star map.

"But someone has tampered with the timeline. Look at the jade pendant on the God King's waist—"

Before she finished her words, the God King in the picture suddenly turned around and looked at her. The bronze fragment in Xiao Bei's hand flew into the phantom and fit perfectly into the crack on the God King's forehead.

The blazing white flames exploded, and Xiao Bei heard the sound of metal and stone colliding in his bones.

Bei Li's icy silk shawl shattered, frost marks spreading along her collarbone into vine-like divine patterns. "Don't use your immortal power!" He grabbed Bei Li's hand as she attempted to form a seal. Spider-web cracks appeared on the outer wall of the chaotic vortex.

From the bottom of the formation platform gushed a golden-red liquid resembling magma, each drop reflecting a different version of Bei Li from different time and space—the one fishing in Guixu, the one in blood-stained armor, the one sleeping in an ice coffin...

"Xiao Bei, look!" Bei Li suddenly turned his jaw.

In the illusion, the God King was stabbing the bronze lamppost into his heart, and what gushed out was not blood but the flowing chaotic energy.

The air currents condensed into seven runes in the air, half of which perfectly matched the incomplete rune under their feet.

A fishy and sweet taste surged in Xiao Bei's throat. The look of the God King before he disappeared, which seemed to be both sad and happy, made his soul tremble as if struck by lightning.

The Burning Heaven Fire suddenly turned into a turquoise color, and the jade hairpin in Beili's hair snapped.

She groaned and curled up in Xiao Bei's arms, the frost flower divine pattern already covering half of her cheek: "It's the soul-refining fire... Xiao Bei, let go and I can——"

"Shut up." Xiao Bei bit his tongue and dropped his blood essence on Bei Li's brow. The chaotic pattern suddenly expanded into a Yin-Yang Pisces formation.

Countless bronze chains suddenly stretched out from the magma outside the formation, and at the end of each chain was a life plate engraved with the word "Xiao".

Bei Li suddenly chuckled, and her blood-stained fingertips stroked the back of his hand, where veins bulged. "The ice sculpture that Immortal Xiao carved for me back then had the same expression."

Time and space produce strange overlaps at this moment.

Xiao Bei saw his fifteen-year-old self kneeling in the snow carving an ice lotus, with the chattering Bei Li standing behind him; then he turned into the God King and pressed the blood-stained jade pendant into the chest of a young man, who actually had the same teardrop mole as himself.

As the karmic fire climbed up along his Taoist robe, he suddenly realized that the time of all the chain life plates stopped at the third quarter of the afternoon when Beili fished for the bronze fragment in Guixu.

"So that's how it is..." Xiao Bei chuckled softly in the flames of karma, letting the divine patterns crawl all over his neck.

When the last life token shattered, the frost on Beili's neck suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-long cold light.

He took advantage of this moment of clarity and pressed half of the Chaos Rune into his heart with his backhand.

The sound of Taoism, like a huge bell, resounded between heaven and earth, and the seventy-two bronze lamps exploded into dust.

The moment the flame went out, the Judge's Pen of the Star Lord Sima Ming suddenly fell from the void.

The tangled red lines on the Book of Life and Death made a sound like snapping strings, and three hundred thousand miles away, on the top of a snowy mountain, the trembling ancient sword finally broke free from the ice, and the two words "Taichu" written on the sword's body reflected the flickering galaxy.

The bronze lamp dust condensed into a vortex of stardust in the void, and thirty-six layers of purple-gold Taoist patterns appeared around Xiao Bei.

With every step he took, the Taoist robe that had been burned by the karmic fire faded away, revealing the silver gauze lining underneath with the sun, moon and stars flowing on it.

There were exclamations one after another in front of the Celestial Mirror. The whisk in Laojun's hand fell into the alchemy furnace, reflecting the seven chaos talismans that gradually lit up between the eyebrows of the young man in the mirror.

"It's actually the Primordial Divine Mark!" The bronze mask of Immortal Si Zhan fell to the ground with a clang, revealing a face that was half burned by the karmic fire. "The first one in 30,000 years to awaken the bloodline of the ancient gods..."

The remains of the formation suddenly vibrated and floated into the air.

Beili leaned on Xiao Bei's arms and saw the golden-red magma condensed into golden lotuses of karma fire.

She lightly tapped the nearest one with her blood-stained fingertips, and the lotus heart immediately reflected the bottom of the Guixu Sea - a white-haired old man was kowtowing in front of a bronze stele, and the inscription on the stele was exactly the same as the divine pattern spreading across Xiao Bei's neck.

"Look at this." Beili pulled Xiao Bei's sleeve, and ice crystals fell from the ends of her hair into the golden lotus.

The old man in the picture suddenly turned around, his cloudy eyes staring straight into the void: "After three cycles of reincarnation, I finally see the person who breaks the deadlock."

Xiao Bei's pupils suddenly shrank.

The old man had the same cinnabar mole on his Adam's apple, and the jade pendant in his hand was exactly the one worn by the God King in the phantom.

Before he could think deeply, the golden lotus suddenly screamed, and black shadows rushed out from each lotus petal, condensing into the image of a demon god with nine heads and eighteen arms.

"Be careful!" Beili's ice silk shawl automatically wrapped into a barrier, but Xiao Bei smiled and raised his hand.

Before his fingertips touched the demon god's forehead, the surging demonic energy melted away like snow meeting the morning sun, revealing the curled-up bronze puppet inside—each joint was engraved with the same chaos runes as those on the formation platform.

The sky-viewing mirrors in various places in the fairy world reflected this scene at the same time.

A fairy who was picking lotus roots by the Yaochi Lake accidentally knocked over her jade basket. The broken lotus roots that the koi were fighting over suddenly turned into golden runes and swam towards the sky.

The twelve golden immortals who were discussing the Dao fell silent at once. The jade slips floating in front of them uncontrollably pieced together to form half a star map, echoing the Dao patterns spreading under Xiao Bei's feet.

"Playing tricks." Xiao Bei crossed the air with his fingers, and the long sword made of frost and snow hummed and pierced through the nine puppets.

Before the bronze fragments even hit the ground, they melted into liquid by themselves, and four ancient divine characters "Be careful of cause and effect" were meandering on the ground.

Beili suddenly staggered and covered his heart.

The frost flower divine pattern on her neck burst into an ice-blue light, resonating with the blood-colored symbol on Xiao Bei's brow.

Countless fragments of memory streaked across her mind like meteors - she saw herself as a girl, pressing a blood-stained bronze piece into the boy's chest on the top of a snowy mountain; and the moment the boy covered in blood raised his head, he clearly had a teardrop mole that was exactly the same as Xiao Bei's.

"So we..." She trembled and tried to touch the corner of Xiao Bei's eyes, but was interrupted by the sudden burst of dark aura.

The divine text on the ground twisted into a vortex, and seventy-two demonic shadows emerged from different cracks in time and space, each holding a life plate engraved with the word "Xiao".

The purple-gold light in Xiao Bei's eyes became brighter.

He formed a seal with one hand, and the broken bronze lamp powder instantly reorganized into a cage, trapping the three demon shadows that pounced first as flying insects in amber.

The other six demonic shadows transformed into black mist and wrapped around Beili, but they screamed when they touched the frost around her body - those frost flowers actually grew dense roots and absorbed all the demonic energy.

"Taichu!" Xiao Bei suddenly shouted into the void.

Three hundred thousand miles away, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and an ancient sword spirit wrapped in ice crystals tore through space and came. The tassels hanging from the hilt were strung with nine bronze bells, each of which was engraved with Beili's figure in different time and space.

The moment the sword light swept across, the immortals in front of the Sky-Seeing Mirror covered their eyes at the same time.

When the strong light faded away, only Xiao Bei's back remained in the mirror, standing with a sword in hand. The blood drops dripping from the Taichu sword drew a complete star map on the ground.

Beili leaned on his shoulder and chuckled, the Frost Flower Divine Pattern slowly blending along their clasped hands.

"Is it over?" Her fingertips brushed across the hot symbol on Xiao Bei's forehead.

The young man's action of sheathing his sword suddenly paused.

The bells on the hilts rang clear sounds, and one of them reflected the scene at the bottom of the Guixu sea - the bronze stele was melting, and the stele culture was seeping into the earth veins like blood-colored water, while the old man who should have been dead was standing in a pool of blood and smiling, with his mutilated right hand holding half a rune that was exactly the same as the one in Xiao Bei's hand.

Xiao Bei stared at the phantom of the bell, and the Taoist pattern on the Taichu scabbard suddenly burned his palm.

He looked up at the chaotic barrier that was beginning to collapse, and saw that each falling fragment reflected the cause and effect lines of different time and space.

The ice crystal hairpin that had re-condensed in Beili's hair suddenly cracked, and the tiny ice fragments pieced together in the air to form half a star map, which perfectly matched the ancient god mural they had seen on the top of the snow mountain three days ago.

The sky-viewing mirrors in various places in the fairy world went out at the same time.

But all the immortals clearly remembered that the last thing they saw was Xiao Bei raising his hand to catch a piece of ice crystal.

The ice crystal contained half a blood-stained bronze fragment, which had the same dragon scale pattern as the fragment of the God-killing Halberd that triggered the war between gods and demons a hundred thousand years ago.