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

As dusk dyed the fairy forest amber, Beili was leaning against the roots of an ancient tree beside the spiritual spring, counting frost flowers.

The beads made of red snow by Xiao Bei swayed gently around her waist, and bronze spells swam in the reflected light spots, like countless fish trapped in amber.

"The wind in Guixu Sea is about to change direction." Xiao Bei suddenly pressed the bell of Taichu Sword.

The nine bronze bells on the sword tassel vibrated at the same time, but before they could make a sound, he covered them with his palm with dragon scale patterns.

Beili noticed that the golden blood oozing from his fingers was being swallowed by the scales, and the new scales had spread to the wrist bones.

Just as she was about to speak, twelve frost blades suddenly flew out from Xiao Bei's sleeves.

The cold light tore through the swirling fairy mist three feet away, revealing the rotten purple vine underneath - dark green juice was gurgling from the cross section of the vine, making the spiritual spring smell fishy.

"It's the Soul-Eating Vine." The divine pattern on Beili's wrist suddenly became hot. The moment she raised her hand to form a seal, the amber beads on her waist burst out into a barrier made of red snow.

When the frost flower array pattern collided with the black shadow that suddenly emerged from the ground, it made a clanging sound like metal hitting metal.

Xiao Bei's Taichu Sword had chopped off seven heads wearing bronze masks, and those heads turned into black smoke as they fell to the ground.

A dragon shadow rolled in his eyes, and the strong wind brought by the sword's sweeping edge split the fog of the entire fairy forest in half.

In the blood-red light of the setting sun, nine black-robed men finally appeared, stepping on a vortex in the void.

"Is the Shadow Demon Envoy also qualified to use the Guixu Escape Technique?" Xiao Bei sneered, and the frost flowers raised by the tip of the sword suddenly turned into an ice dragon.

The dragon's roar shattered the hoods of the three nearest demon envoys, revealing their eyes filled with swirls of star sand - exactly the same starlight that flowed in Mo Yan's eyes that day.

Beili's ice crystal hairpin suddenly made a sound of tearing silk.

The moment she reached out to hold the hairpin, the ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed into a whirlpool.

Xiao Bei turned around and threw the Taichu Sword, which pierced the attacker's throat, but the demon turned into black mist and wrapped around Bei Li's ankle.

His pupils suddenly shrank as he discovered that all the demons' chests had bloody holes, and what was pouring out was not hearts but rotating bronze gears.

"Wu Jian Shuttle!" When Xiao Bei recognized the magical weapon made of gears, it was already too late.

The demons tore open the sternum at the same time, and nine hundred gears formed a three-meter-long bronze shuttle in the air.

The moment the tip of the shuttle pierced the frost barrier, all the amber beads on Beili's waist suddenly exploded.

The red snow mixed with the bronze fragments blurred my vision.

When Xiao Bei waved his sleeves to disperse the smoke and dust, he only saw the afterimage of Bei Li nailed in the void by the bronze shuttle.

The ice crystal hairpin in her hair was completely broken, and the star sand flowing out of the hairpin core was being madly devoured by the bronze shuttle.

"What Mo Yan wants is the Star Marrow!" Bei Li shouted the last words before disappearing, accompanied by the crisp sound of shattered ice crystals.

Xiao Bei's dragon scale pattern had covered his entire right arm. The wind from his fist knocked the bronze shuttle three inches off course, but he only had time to grab half of the blood-stained skirt.

The fairy forest was suddenly shrouded in a purple-black barrier.

Xiao Bei's fist hit the barrier, and the recoil wave cut all the ancient trees within ten feet in half.

The band in his hair burst apart, and his three thousand strands of black hair danced wildly with the runaway spiritual power, and dragon scales were spreading to the sides of his neck at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Guixu Sea..." When Xiao Bei discovered the salty water vapor overflowing from the cracks in the barrier, the furious dragon roar finally broke through the shackles.

When the Taichu Sword caused a nine-day thunderstorm to strike down, the half piece of Beili's skirt that was left behind suddenly ignited with ice flames.

A star map imprinted with the divine pattern on her wrist emerged from the flames, pointing to a certain coordinate deep in the Guixu Sea.

Xiao Bei crushed the last piece of barrier fragment with his bare hands, and his palm was cut into a bloody mess by the dragon scales.

He knelt beside the spiritual spring, watching the fragments of ice crystal hairpin floating in the spring water gradually condense into Beili's shadow.

A half-broken bronze shuttle was stuck in the phantom's chest, and the star sand was continuously flowing out through the wound.

"The star marrow is connected to the fate wheel of the Taichu era." Xiao Bei stained the water with golden blood and drew a dragon pattern in the spring water. Suddenly, the water reflected Mo Yan's sinister smile on the bronze throne.

When the shadow stretched out its hand to crush Bei Li's image, the sound of chains breaking suddenly rang out from Xiao Bei's body - half a bronze fragment of the divine nature faintly emerged from the blood vessels under the dragon scales on the side of his neck.

Suddenly, the sobbing of a little water spirit was heard from the bottom of the spring.

A palm-sized water spirit floated up, clutching a fragment of ice crystal. Within the crystal was half a grain of star sand. "Sister Beili...was brought into the bronze shuttle...and thrust it into my hand..." Bronze incantations flowed through the small water spirit's transparent body, and tiny gears continuously emanated as she spoke.

Xiao Bei pinched the ice crystal with his dragon-scale-wrapped fingers and saw the bronze inscriptions constantly being reorganized reflected in the star sand.

When the inscription spelled out the word "Guixu" for the third time, the dragon scales on his wrist suddenly all stood upside down - the golden blood seeping from the gaps between the scales was outlining a half-broken star map in the sky.

Golden and red ripples appeared at the bottom of the spring. Xiao Bei lowered his eyes and looked at the wound on his palm that was cut by dragon scales.

Before Beili's shadow dissipated, the ice crystals were suspended above the wound, and every speck of dust reflected the trajectory of the broken star sand.

He suddenly tapped the surface of the spring with his bloody fingertips, and three hundred and sixty concentric circles suddenly appeared on the water.

"Tianyan Guixu Formation?" The little water spirit screamed and dived into the bottom of the spring. The disturbed bronze spells suddenly turned into chains that wrapped around Xiao Bei's right arm.

The friction between the dragon scales and the chains produced purple lightning, but it completely melted away the moment it touched the fragment of the divine power on the side of his neck.

The shadow of a dragon suddenly grew in Xiao Bei's eyes, and the boiling golden blood outlined the star track totem of the Taichu era under his skin.

When the tenth chain broke, three thousand ice crystal fragments floated in the spring water.

Each ice crystal reflected the afterimage of Bei Li's disappearance. Xiao Bei dipped his right hand covered with dragon scales into the spring water, and the boiling spiritual power immediately evaporated into a blood mist that covered a hundred feet.

The blood mist condensed into tiny dragon shapes, flying in different directions with ice crystal fragments in its mouth.

"Use the soul as a guide and trace back to its source!" The dragon roar rolling in Xiao Bei's throat made the entire fairy forest tremble.

The dragon scales on his right arm suddenly grew in reverse, and the scales that pierced his flesh transformed the golden blood into burning sparks.

Those sparks followed the trajectory of the blood dragon, interweaving in the void to form a replica of the divine pattern on Beili's wrist.

The heart-wrenching cries of the little water spirit came from the bottom of the spring. The palm-sized water spirit was almost transparent due to the bronze spell.

When Xiao Bei reached out to pick it up, nine hundred bronze rays of light suddenly shot out from the water spirit's body, and in each ray of light, the gear totem on the chest of the Shadow Demon appeared.

He crushed the dragon scales on the side of the neck without hesitation, and the divine blood that seeped out dyed the bronze light into red gold.

"I found you." Xiao Bei suddenly swung his sword towards the southeast, and the clicking sound of gears seeped out from the void crack cut by the Taichu Sword.

The moment he stepped into the crack, his right arm covered with dragon scales was suddenly covered with bronze rust, and those rust spots were actually eating away at the fragments of his newly born godhead.

The damp bronze corridor was filled with a fishy and sweet mist. Every time Xiao Bei took a step, Bei Li's icy footprints would appear under his feet.

The footprints burst into frost the moment they touched the bronze ground, and were then crushed into star sand by the gears in the next instant.

He suddenly stopped, and the tassel of the Taichu Sword moved without wind - nine bronze bells pointed in different directions at the same time.

Seven shadow demons emerged from the wall of gears, the bloody holes in their chests expanding into swirling vortexes of the void.

Xiao Bei noticed that fragments of Bei Li's ice crystal hairpin were suspended in the center of each vortex, and the dragon shadow in his pupils suddenly shrank into a vertical line.

"When the star marrow returns to its place, the gears of the Taichu era will start to turn." The demon envoys said in unison, their voices mixed with the sharp sound of bronze rubbing against each other.

The vortexes on their chests suddenly shot out chains wrapped in star sand, and at the end of the chains were miniature bronze shuttles.

Xiao Bei swung his sword to cut the three chains, but found that the star sand gushing out from the broken parts was being absorbed by the Taichu Sword.

Beili's divine patterns suddenly appeared on the sword, and those patterns were actually eroding his spiritual power.

He growled and plunged the sword into the ground, boiling golden blood spreading along the sword groove into the shape of a burning dragon.

"Do you think that devouring the star marrow can reverse the wheel of fate?" Xiao Bei's dragon scales suddenly peeled off in seven pieces, turning into burning arrows that pierced through the demon envoys' eyebrows.

The demon who was hit smiled strangely and turned into liquid bronze, gathering on the ground to form the shadow of Mo Yan.

The phantom flicked his finger, and the space around Xiao Bei suddenly folded into a gear maze.

Countless bronze mirrors extended from the walls of the maze, and each mirror reflected the scene of Beili being tortured by different torture instruments.

Xiao Bei punched the three nearest bronze mirrors and smashed them, but the flying fragments cut deep wounds on his arms that were visible to the bone.

What's even more terrifying is that the golden blood flowing from those wounds is being absorbed by the ground of the maze and transformed into the power to maintain the illusion.

"Abei, don't worry about me..." Beili in a mirror suddenly spoke. When her bloody fingertips touched the mirror, the whole maze was filled with the roar of accelerated gears.

Xiao Bei's pupils suddenly turned completely into golden vertical pupils. He tore off the rusting dragon scales on his shoulders and used the burning divine blood to draw the forbidden spell of the Primordial Era in the void.

When the seventh spell was completed, all the bronze mirrors suddenly exploded at the same time.

The flying bronze fragments stagnated around Xiao Bei, reflecting the image of the dragon god emerging behind him.

The dragon breath that the Dharmadhatu exhaled brought with it a storm of star sand, washing the entire gear maze into bronze quicksand.

Bei Liqingyue's singing voice came from the depths of the quicksand. It was the tune she would hum every time her prank succeeded.

Following the sound, Xiao Bei jumped into the vortex of quicksand. The sparks produced by the friction between the dragon scales and the bronze sand grains illuminated the huge bronze door at the end of the corridor.

The nine hundred gears rotating on the door were piecing together Mo Yan's sneering face.

"You arrived three quarters of an hour earlier than expected." The lips made of gears opened and closed, spewing out a poisonous mist containing star sand.

Xiao Bei's Taichu Sword suddenly vibrated on its own, and the words "Tong Gui" carved by Bei Li with ice crystals appeared on the hilt.

The veins on his sword-holding hand bulged, and when the sword blade slashed across the door, it brought up not sparks but the crisp sound of ice crystals bursting.

The shadow demons that emerged from the door suddenly froze, the gears on their chests covered with frost.

Xiao Bei rushed into the door through the frozen space-time rift, but the moment he saw the scene clearly, his entire face was covered with dragon scales - he didn't dare let the enemy see his expression at the moment.