All Heavens Join the Path

Liu Jin reached out and gently cradled the flame. The flame flickered twice in his palm, its color paler than before, but it was still warm, still carrying the moist scent of grass and roots. He closed his fingers, drawing the flame into his inner world.

Then he looked down at the stain on the ground, where the weasel had just knelt. The bluestone had been corroded into a shallow pit the size of a human head, and a few drops of yellowish-green venom remained at the edge of the pit, slowly evaporating.

That was an unintentional trace left when it spewed poisonous smoke; it was also its last mark on this world. Liu Jin squatted down, reached out and probed the edge of the evaporating venom, his brows furrowing slightly before relaxing.

"Using fireworks together is a good idea," he muttered to himself, "but the combination is just incongruous."

The Lingzhi Demon Fire originates from the spirits of plants and trees, possessing a pure and ethereal aura, and follows the path of vitality.

The poisonous smoke originates from the weasel's own innate supernatural power; its aura is murky and foul, following the path of death. When the two are forcibly mixed together, the pure and impure clash, their mutual generation and restraint are incompatible, and instead of being greater than two, they hinder each other, greatly reducing their power.

If we change the combination, using pure Qi to carry pure fire and impure Qi to carry impure fire, or find a carrier that can harmonize the pure and impure Qi, then the power of this firework will be far more than this.

He thought of himself. The Qi of Reversal of Life is pure innate Qi, extremely clear and pure; the True Fire of Samadhi is the fire of destruction that burns all things, extremely fierce and pure.

Both originate from the same source and are different manifestations of "purity," so they can be paired together without any awkwardness.

But what if we were to combine other flames with the Reversed Life Qi and Samadhi True Fire? We already have the Lingzhi Demon Fire, and in the future we will encounter even more fires: ghost fire, earth fire, heaven fire, karmic fire. Each type of fire has its own characteristics, and each type of fire has its own laws.

If these flames could be unified, with Samadhi Fire as the framework and various flames as the blades, and forged into a ribbon of fireworks that flows at will, capable of both offense and defense, strength and gentleness, capable of burning everything, and also capable of nourishing life.

Liu Jin kept this thought in mind. Having just arrived in a new world, the most urgent thing was to find a place to settle down, get to know the environment, and then slowly study the feasibility of this fireworks ribbon.

He stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and was about to continue walking along the dirt path in the forest.

"Immortal Master, please wait! Immortal Master, please wait!"

A chubby figure tumbled and crawled out of the roadside bushes. The person was indeed so fat that he looked like a human. His gray cloth jacket was stretched to the point of tearing, his round face was covered with sweat and dirt, and his hair was a messy bird's nest. He looked like he had just rolled around in the mud and squatted in the bushes for most of the night.

He rushed to Liu Jin's side and stopped three steps away, sliding to his knees and plowing two shallow furrows in the ground with his knees. Then he put his hands on the ground and kowtowed, not by bowing his head, but by crawling on the ground with his buttocks sticking up high, like a frightened fat ostrich.

"Immortal Master! My name is Zhao Dawei! No, my name is Zhao Fengnian! I'm from Earth! You're from Earth too, right? I saw you slap the weasel away with one hand just now! You're the first fellow villager I've ever met in my life, and also the first immortal I've ever met! Please accept me as your disciple!"

He looked up, his face covered in a paste of snot and tears, but his eyes shone like two potatoes just dug out of the mud.

Liu Jin looked down at the fat man crawling at his feet and remained silent for a long time.

He had met other time travelers before; Chen Xiaoman was one, who proactively approached him, chatted, and left quickly and decisively. This person before him was clearly not like that.

Zhao Fengnian, who claims to be a food deliveryman, chose a Western fantasy world, and his cheat ability is the memory palace.

This configuration isn't great, but it's not bad either. In Western systems where memorizing spells and deciphering magic circles are required, the Memory Palace is a fairly useful auxiliary ability. Logically, it shouldn't have ended up in this state.

"Get up first," Liu Jin said.

Zhao Fengnian didn't get up. He raised his head, his nose and tears a mess, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to say the rest of his sentence.

His voice was no longer as strong as when he shouted "Immortal Master, please wait!" It sounded more like someone who had been starving for a long time finally saw food, but was unsure if it was poisoned.

Before his time travel, he was just an ordinary food delivery rider, riding his electric bike through the streets and alleys every day. His biggest dream was to buy a house in his hometown county.

One day, while delivering food, he saw a large, glowing screen hanging in the middle of the road. He thought it was a holographic projection from some shopping mall, so he clicked on it out of curiosity. Then he was transported to a completely unfamiliar world with magic, churches, knights, and goblins.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, feeling that he would finally no longer have to climb six floors to deliver food.

He chose the memory palace because he had heard that Western magic required memorizing spells and learning knowledge.

He found a magic academy, paid all the money he had to enroll in an introductory class, sat in the last row, and memorized every word the teacher said every day.

His memory is so good that he can repeat what the teacher says after only one explanation, and he can draw the structure of a magic circle after only seeing it once.

His classmates all came to ask him questions, and he never held back, answering every single one. He felt safe in this magic academy, that everyone had a bright future, and that he had finally made friends.

"The scheme was very simple. They invited me to dinner to celebrate passing the junior mage exam. I drank two glasses of wine at the dinner table and then passed out. I later found out that they were jealous of me but also looked down on me because I was a commoner, so they didn't want me to become a spellcaster." When Zhao Fengnian said this, his voice became calm, a calmness that was somewhat frightening.

"When I woke up, I was lying in a basement. There was a magic circle drawn on the floor, and I was lying in the very center of the magic circle. Several people in black robes were standing around me. They were holding something in their hands, which looked like a piece of black crystal. Inside the crystal was a wriggling thing, like a stomach or a mouth."

They pressed that thing against my chest and chanted a spell. I felt something burrow into my soul; it was cold, and then I was hungry. Not physically hungry, but spiritually hungry. From that moment on, I couldn't stop.

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"What a pitiful guy. I'm finally not envious of those who time-traveled. Thanks for bringing me back to reality."

"Isn't this just plain stupid? In today's climate where caution and courage are so prevalent, are there still people this naive and innocent?"

"Indeed, they're all working-class people, don't they have any sense of precaution?"

"She's not that old, but this is too..."

"The world is full of wonders, but coming to find this person feels like I made the right choice."

"Why don't the others come looking for this person?"

"Who would willingly put their head on someone else's back unless they were desperate?"

"Hey, you know, he can even travel to the present world, isn't he the father of all of us?"

"Damn, when I think of this reality, it's unbelievable... Last time..."

"Stop talking, bro, my friend says he's not feeling well."

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