A Missing Link in the Chain of Cause and Effect, a Transmigrator from Earth

Upon hearing the three's words, the Immortal King Suming fell silent, his brows furrowed.

He couldn't remember the person at all, as if all his memories of the other person had been erased out of thin air.

He once tried to glimpse the Great Dao of Suming, but only found it entangled in cause and effect and shrouded in mystery. Not only did he gain nothing, but he also suffered a backlash.

Otherwise, his injuries would have healed long ago and wouldn't have dragged on until now.

I don't know who this person is either.

The Immortal King Suming slowly spoke, "That person carries immense karma, obscured by Tianji secrets, which I cannot fathom at all."

Previous attempts to deduce the results even resulted in a backlash.

The Immortal King Zhanhan looked on in disbelief. "You're not lying to us, are you?"

You wield the Great Dao of Suming, how could you not discern that person's identity?

Could it be... that person is Immortal Emperor?

The Immortal King Suming gave him a speechless look. "Isn't it normal that I don't know?"

I'm not Immortal Emperor; how could I possibly know all the secrets of the world?

Even those who wield the Great Dao of Suming cannot know everything.

As for whether he is Immortal Emperor... I don't think so.

He paused briefly, then remained silent for a moment before continuing, "I feel that the cause and effect of our resurrection is still missing the last link."

"As long as the cycle of cause and effect is not completed, we cannot leave this place."

Upon hearing this, the three members of the Immortal King Zhanhan looked surprised and uncertain.

If it weren't for the Immortal King Suming pointing it out, they would never have dreamed that there was such a reason why they couldn't leave this place.

Even as Immortal King, they could not fathom its depths.

Immortal King Taihao spoke first, his tone tinged with bitterness:

"Though we are Immortal King, possessing boundless power and surpassing all living beings, what difference is there between us and ants before a truly peerless expert?"

"Good."

A hint of melancholy flickered across the Sword Devil King's cold face.

"I once thought that I was already a top expert in the Azure Billows Realm, immortal and indestructible, and that there were few beings in the world who could kill us."

But in the High Antiquity war, they ultimately perished at the hands of the Devil Race.

"If it weren't for that person's intervention, we would have been annihilated long ago."

A hint of disappointment flashed across the face of the Immortal King Zhanhan, but he quickly regained his fighting spirit, and his voice rose again:

"Hey! You guys died once and your Dao hearts collapsed?"

So what if we're weak right now? It's only temporary!

We will then focus on cultivating and improving our cultivation level.

We all started from humble beginnings and gradually rose to the rank of Immortal King. We can simply continue our cultivation efforts from here on out. Why belittle ourselves?

The Immortal King Suming glanced at the Immortal King Zhanhan with surprise.

Unexpectedly, among the group, this brute was the most open -State of Mind and composed, which made me change my opinion of him quite a bit.

"Zhanhan Daoist Zhanhan is right."

We don't need to wallow in self-pity here.

To cultivate to the level of Immortal King already surpasses countless beings in the mortal world, let alone to be reborn. Compared to those fellow cultivators who have completely perished, this is already a great fortune.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still roaring and howling figures of immortals and demons:

"We at least managed to revive successfully, but these fellow cultivators haven't even regained their senses. Whether they can revive in the future is still unknown."

Immortal King Taihao also looked at those figures and sighed softly:

"Yes, these are all comrades who died on the High Antiquity battlefield. Only a portion of them have been rescued. The rest remain dormant to this day and it is feared that they will never awaken again."

I wonder if that person still has a way to save them.

"They only reassembled their remnants of souls; they did not regain their intelligence."

The best solution now is to send him into reincarnation, where his soul can be replenished, so that he can awaken his past life memories in the next life.

The Immortal King Suming spoke calmly, "Let's focus on our cultivation. The Devil Race will never let this go; a great war is inevitable. The right path is to seize the time to recover our strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure slowly sank into the Immortal Tomb and disappeared.

"I should also start cultivating to heal myself." The Sword Devil King's figure flashed, and he returned to the tomb.

"I'm going to cultivate as well." The figure of the Immortal King Taihao then disappeared into the Immortal Tomb.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave! Let's chat a little longer!"

Seeing the three disappear in an instant, the Immortal King Zhanhan shook his head helplessly and returned to his tomb to cultivate in seclusion.

Those immortal and demonic figures that had not yet regained their sentience roared for a moment before dissipating and returning to the tomb.

The entire Immortal-Devil Cemetery returned to its deathly silence.

The celestial light and demonic energy completely receded, leaving only a rich Spiritual Qi swirling in all directions, creating an ethereal and otherworldly atmosphere.

This place doesn't feel like a cemetery, but rather a pristine, untouched paradise.

Lin Household Village, Heavenly Profound Continent.

On a small hill at the village entrance, seven-year-old Lin Feng lay on a blue stone, gazing at the sky in a daze, his eyes revealing a composure completely out of character for his age.

He is a time traveler from Earth.

He grew up in an orphanage in his previous life, graduated from university a few years ago, and accomplished nothing, but died to save a little girl who was about to be hit by a magical artifact.

Perhaps Heaven took pity on him for his life of loneliness and suffering, and allowed him to transmigrate to the Azure Billows Realm after his death.

Two years ago, a high fever revealed the mystery of his birth and awakened his memories of his past life.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he is now seven years old.

In the past two years, he has truly experienced the poverty and cruelty of ancient feudal society.

They ate coarse, blackened cornbread every day, and only occasionally could they have a meal of half bran and half rice. Meat was a luxury, and they could only eat a little bit during festivals.

Life here is several times harder than it was in the orphanage on Earth.

Fortunately, he has parents here who truly love him.

Although the family was poor, the two of them gave him the best of everything, allowing him, who had been lonely and helpless in his previous life, to experience the warmth of a home for the first time.

In the past two years, he has also tried to use his knowledge from his previous life to improve his life.

But cruel reality dealt him a heavy blow.

A poor boy from a mountain village, still a child of a few years old, with no resources or connections, even if he possessed knowledge far beyond what was available in this world, had no way to use it.

It was also during these two years that he learned that this was a transcendent world where cultivators existed.

Some cultivators can fly through the sky and escape into the earth, and move mountains and fill seas, while demons and monsters roam the world.

This discovery thrilled him; having frequented the Red Persimmon Novel Website in his previous life, he had long harbored boundless anticipation for it.

I hope that one day I can join the immortal sect, cultivate to become an immortal, attain Longevity, and then live a carefree life with my loved one.

But reality remains harsh.

As a mere child from a mountain village, let alone becoming a disciple of immortals, even leaving the village was an incredibly difficult task, let alone participating in the Immortal Ascension Conference.

All he could do was silently hope to grow up quickly so that he could go to the Immortal Ascension Conference in the future and have a chance to embark on the path to immortality.

As for whether participating in the Immortal Ascension Conference would allow him to join the immortal sect, he, as a transmigrator, was confident in his abilities.

He believed he possessed the aptitude for cultivating immortality and would surely attain immortality in the future.

As a seasoned reader of online novels, he also knew that most transmigrators possessed cheat codes such as systems.

For the past two years, he had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the system, but reality once again poured cold water on his hopes.

He had no system, nor any other cheat abilities. His only advantage was a slightly better memory. Apart from that, he was truly unremarkable.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow.

Others who transmigrate live in luxury, surrounded by beautiful women, and have a system that gives them a cheat code all the way;

But he could only eat hard, dark cornbread every day and wear coarse linen clothes.

He suddenly stood up, stood on the bluestone, and shouted at the sky:

"Ah! Where is my system? Give it to me now!"