The Mortal Immortal

After entering the Eternal Collection, Taoist Changyuan saw countless bookshelves around him whizzing towards him.

Each bookshelf records a person's entire life.

In the end, Taoist Changyuan was suspended in the endless bookshelves, and eight bookshelves came to him and trapped him in a square space.

Taoist Changyuan flipped through a book and found that the books were blank.

He pushed the bookshelves, but they did not move at all, and it was impossible for him to push them open.

Taoist Changyuan immediately understood the intention.

"I really want to record my life! Wow, if my life is seen by the younger generation, it would be too shameful..." After thinking about it, Taoist Changyuan decided to fight: "Shame is shame! If I can't survive this disaster, everything is gone, what's the point of talking about younger generations?"

"Speaking of which, there is no pen and ink here, how can I record it..."

Taoist Changyuan's mind moved, and the blank book he took automatically read his memory, and lines of runes appeared in the book, quickly filling the blanks.

Taoist Changyuan looked at the lines of runes. Even though he couldn't read them, his consciousness instantly returned to the time when he was just born as a mortal. He saw the scene of him flirting with the neighbor's big sister when he was three years old.

"Damn!"

"Too embarrassing!"

"What was I thinking at the time? What's so good about touching the butt of a mortal village girl! It's too embarrassing for me, Taoist Changyuan!"

Taoist Changyuan continued to record his life in the book with great pain. Looking at what he had done in the past, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"After the matter is done, I must burn the Eternal Collection..."

Soon, Taoist Changyuan recorded his entire life in the book, and the bookshelves surrounding him also dispersed. All the floating bookshelves were open to Taoist Changyuan, and Taoist Changyuan was truly in the Eternal Collection.

"Cang Yan..."

"Where's that kid Cang Yan!"

"Found it!"

Changyuan Taoist quickly found the bookshelf that recorded Cang Yan's life. He couldn't wait to pick up the first book and eagerly opened it. He looked ferocious and roared angrily: "I, Changyuan Taoist, want to see what obscene and shameful things you, a big scourge, did when you were a child!"

So, the beginning of Cang Yan's life was slowly revealed in front of Changyuan Taoist.

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It was a closed prison. A hungry and ragged little boy was lying on the spotless stone slab, looking up at the stone dome in the sky, imagining what the scene outside the stone dome was like.

For a moment, he was actually lost in thought, forgetting the fatigue of his body and the hunger in his stomach.

The stone dome was distorted and decomposed in his eyes, revealing the vast and boundless world behind it.

The world was distorted and mixed in his eyes.

At this moment, a dirty little hand pushed him, and the childish shout gradually became clear in his ears.

"Bing 21!"

"Bing 21!"

The little boy came back to his senses, and the twisted stone dome returned to normal. His physical fatigue and hunger were clear at the same time, which made him very painful.

The little boy lowered his head and watched a slightly sturdy boy walk up to him. He looked around stealthily. When he saw that no other children noticed them, he took out a piece of meat that was about to rot from his tattered sleeves and secretly handed it to Bing 21.

Seeing the rotten meat, Bing 21's stomach was already in great pain from hunger. His slender arms couldn't help but grab the rotten meat, but he hesitated again. He looked at the boy in front of him worriedly: "Yi San, aren't you hungry... You give me food..."

Yi San patted his shoulder boldly: "I'm not hungry, I'm the strongest here, the adults like me very much, and they feed me more food every time. I'm full by myself!" As he said that, he touched his flat belly and pretended that he was full.

"Look at how thin you are. The food before must have been taken away by someone again!"

Bing 21 nodded weakly.

"You have to learn to resist, or you will starve to death here sooner or later. Hey, eat quickly, who asked me to protect you!"

Cing Ershiyi could no longer overcome his hunger, picked up the piece of rotten meat, and gobbled it up. The pungent stench of rotten meat was an extremely delicious delicacy in the mouths of these children. After swallowing the rotten meat, Bing Ershiyi's small body couldn't help but glow, which was a fusion of four kinds of light.

After eating this small piece, Bing Ershiyi was still hungry, but he also lay on the ground comfortably.

Yi San also lay beside him and murmured: "Little Twenty-one, you will follow me in the future. I will definitely make a name here and be given a name by the adults. By then, the brothers who follow me will not have to worry about food and drink. I will feed you well every day."

C Twenty-one smiled weakly: "Third brother, I am afraid I will not live to that time..."

"How can it be? Among this group of brothers, I am most optimistic about you!"

"But everyone else has a little reaction to the magic crystal, but I have no reaction at all..."

"The adults will not give me food in the future..."

"Don't be afraid, I am here, and if I have a bite of food, you will have a bite."

"Third brother, what do you think is behind this stone?"

"Who knows? I only care whether the adults think highly of me and whether the brothers who follow me can eat well. Who makes me your boss..."

The two little kids chatted slowly, and little Twenty-one gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he saw many incomprehensible scenes, as if those scenes were engraved in his flesh and blood.

He saw many adults fighting each other in a world so vast that he could not understand it. It was very tragic, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Little Twenty-one's brain could not understand why he saw these things, and every time he saw them more clearly after eating rotten meat.

In his sleep, he felt someone shaking him. It was the excited voice of Bing Twenty-one.

"Little Twenty-one, don't sleep! The adults are here!"

"The adults are here to distribute food!"

"Wake up! Otherwise you won't be able to grab it!"

Little Twenty-one stood up and saw a light on the stone dome. Two well-dressed adults appeared out of thin air and slowly flew towards them.

Hundreds of children in the stone prison immediately cheered and stretched out their hands eagerly like chicks competing for feeding. The two adults flew over the children and looked at the cheering children with indifference and disgust.

Then, as usual, a crystal clear magic crystal began to spin above the children's heads.

If someone reacts to the magic crystal, it will flash a slight light, and that child will have a lot of food to share, and his status among the children will rise.

Seeing that the magic crystal was about to fly over his head, Bing Ershiyi eagerly adjusted his state, expecting that the magic crystal would flash over his head.

However, the magic crystal flew over Bing Ershiyi's head, stayed for a moment, and then left sadly. But when the azure magic crystal flew over Yisan's head, a slight blue light began to flash on the magic crystal.

Yisan's little face was full of excitement, and the other children cast envious eyes on Yisan.

"Not bad, not bad!"

One of the adults smiled and said, "Finally, there is one child among these children who can resonate with the law crystal. What is his name?"

Another adult bowed and said, "To answer the director, he is Yi San, who is the strongest among these children and the one who has the best law integration. He has great hope in the future."

"Very good, since there is hope, then there is no need to use code names. Just give me the surname of my clan, Cang." The man pointed at Yi San and said loudly, "You will no longer be Yi San in the future, but Cang Yan! Remember, Cang Yan!"

Yi San was so excited to be named that he burst into tears and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you for your cultivation! Thank you for your cultivation!"

Cing Ershiyi looked at Yi San in the past and Cang Yan now, and felt indescribable joy in his heart. Yi San was happier than he was to be named.

At the same time, the name Cang Yan was deeply rooted in Bing Ershiyi's heart. That would be the name that would provide him with food and clothing when he was hungry in the future, and that would be the name that would accompany him when he was lonely in the future. For little Bing Ershiyi, the two words "Cang Yan" are the light of his life.