Su Xuan muttered to himself, wanting to erase the last six characters.

For him, who is an evil cultivator, taking care of himself alone is already the greatest kindness to the world.

As for benefiting the world?

Su Xuan couldn't even imagine it himself.

pity.

These twelve characters are like the characters of one’s destiny, imprinted on heaven and earth.

"Everyone knows his own mind and has good intentions and responsibilities?"

Su Xuan laughed, somewhat self-deprecating.

But in the end, Su Xuan imprinted these twelve characters on his body.

Jokes are fine too.

So childish.

I don't want to tell the world about this.

This will only be buried deep in Su Xuan's heart, an unattainable fantasy.

Su Xuan put his right hand on his chest.

"For this peace intention, I don't need the world's approval, nor do I need the world to follow it.

Because, after all, this is just my fantasy."

Su Xuan whispered, crossing his legs in the forest.

"On this basis, build peace."

Time flies.

One month will pass in the blink of an eye.

This day.

The black and white Taoists used their emperor's eyes to see through the first layer of peace fog to see how their precious disciples were practicing.

And when they saw that they all understood the Taiping Dharma, they couldn't help but express their joy.

"The qualifications of this generation of disciples are truly extraordinary."

They are delighted and happy.

Taoist Black and White stared blankly at a mountain forest.

There Su Xuan was sitting cross-legged.

The black and white Taoist was stunned.

Because he did not feel the breath of Taipingfa in Su Xuan.

"He didn't practice the Taiping Law?

How can it be?"
Chapter completed!