Transmigration begins with archery training

"Distant peaks!!!"

The old man with long eyebrows, his eyes blazing with fury, roared as he charged forward bare-handed.

The result was no different from that of his apprentice; both died in an instant.

Chen Sanshi removed the ban on all laws, took out the Taiyi Yunbo, and took away the luck on Murong Yuanxiu's body. Before the many elders of Kunpeng Palace could arrive, he escaped into the void and quickly left the place.

nine!

Nine more to go!

Without a moment's rest, he immediately headed toward his next destination.

In just sixty days.

Of the twelve people with great fortune, five died suddenly.

The news spread quickly.

The cultivators in the area were abuzz with discussion, speculating about who was behind it, while also filled with anticipation.

Because if only one of the twelve people survives, it means that a Celestial Emperor will be born in the human race. At that time, it might be able to stop Ding Xiu and prevent that blood sacrifice from happening again.

"They've all gathered together?"

Inside a teahouse in a market town, Chen Sanshi had just received the news.

After learning of the deaths of the previous five, the remaining six people voluntarily gathered together, intending to join forces to deal with him first, and then fight among themselves.

The white jade spirit snake sneered: "These people have saved my master the trouble of searching for them one by one."

"You idiot."

The bluebird said, "They dared to gather together because they must have made preparations in advance, set a trap, and were waiting for their master to come."

"That……"

Jin Chan Shan Tuichen asked, "What should we do next?"

There are no so-called methods or schemes.

Chen Sanshi said expressionlessly, "Since they have set up their scheme, then I will go. Shan Tuichen, you and your husband go and give them a message: within three days, anyone who is willing to voluntarily hand over their luck will be spared. I advise them not to have any illusions. No one can save them, not even Li Zhiming."

"Yes!"

Jin Chan accepted the order and left.

About two days later.

As dusk fell, a middle-aged man walked into the teahouse looking lost and dejected.

"You must be Chu Wangshu, Fellow Daoist Chu."

Chen Sanshi stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I have long admired your name."

"Are you Chen Sanshi?"

Chu Wangshu chuckled awkwardly: "They seem to be more amiable than I expected."

"Where are the others?"

Chen Sanshi asked casually, "Just you?"

"Only me."

Chu Wangshu said in a deep voice, "The remaining five people all want to compete with you for their own path. Only I am afraid of death, know that I am no match for you, and do not want to give up my cultivation, so I came to find you."

"Very wise."

Chen Sanshi frankly stated, "I don't want to kill indiscriminately either."

"Actually, I think Ding Xiu is right."

Chu Wangshu said slowly, "Although it is somewhat cruel, the Heavenly Dao must be protected. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Chen, you plan to waste your cultivation in the future?"

"Fellow Daoist Chu, you should save these grand debates for someone else later."

Chen Sanshi clearly didn't have much patience.

"Ok."

Chu Wangshu smiled wryly and relaxed her body: "My share is yours."

Taiyi Yunbo slowly unfolded, revealing array patterns and absorbing the opponent's fortune.

The last five people!

Chen Sanshi stood up and headed towards where the others were gathered.

……

Slanting Moon Valley.

here.

It gathers the last five people of the human race who possess destiny.

Su Dongming, Yun Qingzi, Lotus Buddha, Luo Yunshu, and Wang Jun.

They stood under a Bodhi tree, their expressions varied.

"It's really absurd."

Yun Qingzi said self-deprecatingly, "We are all cultivators of the same realm, yet we need to stick together for warmth in front of this person."

"There's nothing absurd about it."

Su Dongming coldly said, "Realm itself is just a term made up by immortals for the convenience of classification. It does not represent strength. The gap between Qi Refining cultivators is like an insurmountable chasm. The gap between Quasi-Emperors is naturally not small either. Otherwise, Senior Li Zhiming would not have made the conclusion that we would definitely die at the hands of the Chen family."

"I don't believe it!"

Yun Qingzi gritted his teeth and said, "Having cultivated for thousands of years, who among us hasn't experienced countless storms? Why should we all die just because we encounter someone surnamed Chen?!"

"What about you?"

Su Dongming looked to the side: "Luo Yunshu, do you believe we'll die?"

Luo Yunshu said calmly, "We still have less than a 50% chance. We are not necessarily going to die. As for whether we can seize this slim hope, that depends on our own efforts."

"Monk!"

Su Dongming looked at the Buddha and asked, "Don't you often claim to be able to foresee the future and know cause and effect? ​​What is the outcome for us that you see?"

"Amitabha."

Lotus Buddha clasped his hands together and said, "Excellent, excellent."

"Bald donkey!"

Yun Qingzi cursed, "What kind of time is this? Can't you speak like a human being?!"

"Amitabha."

The Lotus Buddha said calmly, "Life and death are illusions, and Nirvana is bliss. Today you enter Nirvana and attain great freedom, which is excellent; you also leave this physical body and reach the other shore of ultimate bliss, which is also excellent."

Simply put, he believes that whether he lives or dies today, it is a good deed.

"A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory!"

Yun Qingzi then turned to a cultivator sitting cross-legged in the corner, remaining silent: "Fellow Daoist Wang Jun, what are your thoughts?"

Wang Jun slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the Taiyi Demon-Suppressing Sword lying across his lap, but remained silent for a long time.

"Dumb!"

Yun Qingzi was too lazy to pay any more attention.

"Alright, there's no point in me saying all this here."

Luo Yunshu said, "Judging from the time, that person should be arriving soon. We should hurry up and make final preparations. Let's not hold back and each of us should use our best skills. That's our only way to survive."

"Boys!"

The old blind man's figure appeared above the canyon: "As previously arranged, take your positions. Whether you can survive this ordeal depends on tonight."

"Om-"

The words fell.

The figures suddenly disappeared.

In different locations within the Slanting Moon Valley, the five people each stood on a stone platform, while Li Zhiming, the master of the Star-Picking Tower, sat cross-legged on a cloud high in the sky.

"Get into formation!"

The old blind man's voice resonated like metal and stone. Six beams of immortal light shot into the sky, converging at the top of the firmament to transform into a massive halo covering a hundred miles. The halo slowly rotated, revealing countless golden runes within, each rune containing profound principles of heaven and earth, mysterious and extraordinary.

A giant Dharma eye gradually emerged at the center of the halo, its pupil reflecting the movement of the stars in the heavens.

With each blink of his divine eye, countless fine golden threads extended from his pupils, weaving into a vast net that enveloped heaven and earth. Each thread shimmered with the light of destiny, as if it held the reins of the course of all things in the world.

The moment the formation was completed, time and space around them suddenly froze.

The falling dust froze in mid-air, and the howling wind solidified into glass-like ripples. Only the robes of the six people in the formation continued to flutter, creating a strange contrast with the outside world.