These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1227: Ning Zheng in the Past

just now.

Solar system, blue star.

On the rooftop of a tall building, two people were standing in the howling wind.

"Sure enough, my guess was correct."

Ning Zheng's expression was extremely calm as she looked at another "self". The same face, the same posture, but completely different temperament and personality.

Dressed in black, he looked fierce and sinister, like a villain from a TV series.

He gave people a murderous intent that kept strangers away, and also revealed an endless vicissitudes of life. It was obvious that he had experienced too much unforgettable pain.

At the beginning, Ning Zheng thought that her three lives merged into her "destiny".

They are:
1. Disaster.

2. Auspicious.

3. And my present self.

But then he discovered.

There was still a very important piece of the puzzle missing, a real seat for the Immortal Lord. So he guessed at the luck gambling table in front of him.

After all, it's obvious isn't it?
This is a treasure of the immortal master, which is related to luck.

But it must have been forged by some immortal with good fortune during his lifetime.

It is obviously the mysterious third position of destiny.

And combined with the previous investigation of the horror game, it was discovered that this was a lucky treasure left by another "self" in prehistoric times on the [Round Table] forces.

This is obviously the ironclad evidence that my prehistoric self had once proven!
"You do exist."

Ning Zheng showed a hint of calmness.

I've seen too many old perverts hiding behind the scenes recently.

One more popped up.
It seems quite normal.

It's really like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing off their magical powers, to see who is better at hide-and-seek, right?

"What's your name?" Ning Zheng was silent for a while and suddenly spoke.

This real Immortal Chang Zhen looked at Ning Zheng and said, "Is the name important? If you must introduce it."

He paused, "I am the infinity of time, the paradox of space, and the one that escapes life."

"I am the variable among the constants of heaven and earth, and the anti-logic among the logic of all things."

"The unpredictability of fate."

"I am an anomaly that is constantly changing in the present, as the [future] and [present] interweave."

"I am special. I represent the variables between heaven and earth. I am the superposition of all things. Therefore, all other immortals cannot find me because my fate is unpredictable."

"They can't find my honorable position."

He said calmly: "But, this is all I can do."

Ning Zheng understood. Was this the immortal who had become invisible and escaped by fate?
No wonder all life in the world has luck, but only one's own luck is always 0 and can be increased or decreased at will.

——A person without a destiny.

No wonder no one could find him. Even the painter [Future] could not find any trace of him after spending endless time deducing, because he had already attained enlightenment long ago.

"Future me, you really succeeded."

Immortal Chang Zhen stretched out his finger and pointed, and endless memories merged into Ning Zheng's mind.

Ning Zheng carefully absorbed the memories that were instilled into her.

The discovery was just as Ning Zheng had guessed.

In prehistoric times, Blue Star was an ordinary civilization among many river systems. In prehistoric times, Ning Zheng once rose on Blue Star, practiced and advanced all the way, and finally joined an organization that rebelled against the Immortal Lord.

The horror game is the mark he left behind.

[Round Table] is an organization he co-founded.

The Fortune Gambling Table is the magical weapon that helped him attain enlightenment as an immortal, and it is also his true self.

Their [Round Table] organization was established to resist the Immortal Lord's killing game. They fight for their dreams, have ideals in their hearts, and goals ahead.

Even though she had not seen the [future] yet, Ning Zheng still firmly believed that the future was at the other end of the waterfall cut off by the giant. There was a beautiful paradise.

On the other side of the river is a paradise of freedom.

It is the beacon left to them after his death, and it is the guiding star that guides them forward in this desperate era.

He firmly believed that as long as they could sneak across the border, they would find a free future.

They will definitely rise up on the other side [future], or even return to restart the desperate [past], save all living beings ruled by the immortals, and rescue them from suffering.

This group of idealists walks on pain and overcomes all obstacles with their dreams in mind.

He had seen comrades who had fallen on the border to cover them.

He had seen a civilization that had gone mad because of collapse, a civilization where a group of strong men carried coffins on their backs and knelt in the heavy snow, crying out for justice and begging for mercy.

Immortal Chang Zhen felt sad for these people. He firmly believed that the [past] only existed in despair, and the [future] was a flowery road full of colorful flowers.

In the future, people will smile brightly forever, keep pairs of eyes that never shed tears, and let all the laughter never fade.

He has the same simple dream as the painter back then.

Traveling westward, they set foot into the future and passed through various top river civilizations. Their companions in the [Round Table] kept dying. Chang Zhen Xianzun was silent and became more and more taciturn. In order to smuggle into the future, they had to die too many people again and again.

He moved forward carrying the dreams of countless people, and finally succeeded in smuggling to the other side.

but.

The greater the hope, the greater the despair.

When they crossed the border, what greeted them was not a promising future.

Instead, it is the ruins of planetary tombstones [now], an endless wasteland secret realm with only a few scattered stars flickering with residual light.

His despair is understandable.

They are not the first group to arrive in the future, they are countless groups, and the ground is littered with the corpses of their forerunner civilizations.

It turned out that the immortals with evil tastes had been pretending not to know that they had to cross the border, because they knew that the other side was an abyss of despair, which was the most painful punishment for them, the illegal immigrants.

But in the midst of pain and despair, Chang Zhenxianzun raised his flag and buried planetary tombstones for his companions. He thought of the countless dawn people who were seeing them off.

He preaches the truth in the present in despair, in endless pain,
"I am the uncertainty in common sense, I am the uncertainty in despair."

"I want to be. The fickleness of fate."

With this hope in mind, he gained enlightenment in that desperate situation.

Growing among the stars, new hope was born in the desolation, proving the special seat of destiny that can only be realized in the "now".

But he found
Now, just for a moment.

There was nothing he could do after becoming an Immortal Lord, so he decided to keep moving forward, fulfill the wishes of his fellow Taoists, and continue towards the [future].

He decided to use the luck of the game table.

Any immortal will be dead in the future.

Therefore, the luck gambling table will be in a state of decline in the [future].

Only if Ning Zheng brings him to the [past] or [present] will he revive.

Ning Zheng carefully sorted out his entire past, then sighed: "You knew long ago that I would bring you back."

"You will definitely bring me back." Chang Zhen Xianzun said with a smile.

The power of the immortal treasure, the Luck Gambling Table, which controls the common changes in luck, is enough to protect and escort another future self to attain enlightenment.

Even, mastering one of the fortunes can give you better access to another fortune seat.

He had guessed long ago that the three phases would come together and destiny would be born.

So he waited, waiting for flowers to bloom in the midst of despair.

He believes that another self can take over the torch of inheritance and realize his dream in the future.

"I have been walking on thin ice all my life. In the past, present and future, I have finally reached the other side of the river," he murmured.

"So? Did we succeed?"

The eyes of the Immortal Chang Zhen were dull and silent, but now they were shining with a childlike longing. "A future without the God of Destruction, a future where everyone is free. Tell me, what did you do over there in the future?"

(End of this chapter)