but.

Yuexian interrupted him: "I knew it."

Su Xuan hesitated.

Yuexian looked at Su Xuan coldly: "I knew that when my sister met you, she would suffer because of you and experience endless hardships for the rest of her life."

Su Xuan was stunned and didn't know why.

But the next moment.

Yuexian waved to Su Xuanyi.

Su Xuan paused for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he saw the Ghost Immortal Celestial Coffin in his body suddenly flew out and landed next to Yue Immortal.

There... An Ruosu is among them! "Give it back to me!"

Su Xuan yelled.

but.

However, Yuexian flicked his sleeves, and Su Xuan and Shenlong immediately flew upside down and flew towards the unknown.

"Who are you!"

Su Xuan shouted angrily.

Yuexian ignored him and just glanced at Guixian's coffin, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

"Back then, you were a star immortal with a bright future, but you fell into a ghost immortal because of him, and now you are like this again.

Now, you have no reason to stop me from interfering in your future..." She whispered.

Then.

She looked at Su Xuan who was walking away and said coldly: "Don't come to my sister again, or I will kill you."

Said.

The coffins of the Moon Immortal and the Ghost Immortal disappeared.

...somewhere in an unknown fairyland.

Bang... Shenlong and Su Xuan fell into a mountain range.

The dragon disappeared and turned into a scepter and merged into Su Xuan's body.

And Su Xuan...he was lying on his back on the earth like a winding mountain.

Looking at the unfamiliar sky, Su Xuan's eyes were full of spots.

"I'm the only one left again."

As he spoke silently, his body gradually petrified and turned into a mountain range.

Spring passes and autumn comes, and the stars change.

This is a relatively barren planet, and the fairies there are no different from ordinary people.

There are countries, towns, and countless fairies here... There are many small villages on the edge of the mountain range where Su Xuan fell. They live close to the mountains and live ordinary and ordinary lives.

However, as time passed, a strange rumor began to spread in many villages.

A mountain range in the distance seems to be shrinking.

It seemed that the place was cursed by the immortals... until one dark and windy night, the mountain range completely disappeared.

Jiangliu Village.

An old man who kept coughing walked into it, as if he had half a foot in the coffin. He was warmly received by the villagers. After learning that he was homeless, they kindly let him stay in Jiangliu Village.

Spring has passed and autumn has come, and five years have passed.

The old man has integrated into the village, and many villagers respect him because the old man knows a lot and is very knowledgeable. He will teach the children in the village to read for free.

Today is New Year's Eve.

The old man left school early.

"Sir, sir, in previous years you spent New Year's Eve alone. Come to my house today and let's have a fun time together."

A child shouted an invitation.

The old man shook his head gently and urged the children to go home.

They were a little disappointed, but left anyway.

Although the old man is gentle and easy to talk to, he seems to like to be alone and never gets close to others.

It's getting dark.

The sound of firecrackers, laughter gradually came, and the strong smell of rice... The old man stood alone in the small courtyard, looking at an old locust tree.

The old trees are withered.

The old man's eyes are also full of mottled spots and scars.

"Another year..." He murmured hoarsely, reaching out to pick up a dead leaf with rough and mottled textures.

The old man rubbed his eyes, his eyes slowly becoming lonely.

"I'm getting lonelier."

"But I don't know why, but I am getting stronger and stronger."

"Is it true that God is destined to be a lonely strong man?"

The old man murmured, tightened his clothes, turned around and walked into the house.

The decoration is very simple, with a wooden table in front of it with half-open scriptures on it.

The old man sat at the wooden table and slowly opened the covered book.

I only saw the opening chapter... "There is a god buried in the wilderness named Yinhuang, the god brings peace to the people, peace and prosperity."

There is a tribe named Beihai, and one day a sacred bird descended..." Every time the old man read a word, the loneliness and sadness in his eyes became stronger.

You can read to the end.

The old man also wrote and continued writing.

"In the Forest of All Saints, on the bank of the North Sea, there are young animals playing. All beasts are supreme. The world calls it the King of Holy Beasts..." Under the night.

The old man wrote very seriously.

Each stroke seems to tell the profound vicissitudes of life.

The writing in half the volume is like the drizzle of rain, penetrating into people's hearts.

It took me a whole night to write this.

The old year is gone and the new year has begun.

The sky is slightly overcast.

The distant mountains outside the window are obscured by clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

The old man was dejected but also more determined than ever.

Finally he wrote the ending.

"May I reshape Shinto; may I recreate reincarnation; may I, Su Xuan...find you all again."

The Taoist Immortal Calendar lasted ninety-two million years.

Unknown fairyland.

The cold wind is becoming more and more biting, and the rain is becoming more and more hazy.

There are countless mountains and smoke in the fog.
Chapter completed!