The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 501

"And in today's world, if nothing unexpected happens, you should be the youngest ghost immortal."

Hearing such praise, Zhu Mingyao unexpectedly did not seem very happy. Instead, a faint melancholy arose and filled his heart.

"Ghost Immortal..."

He took a deep breath, and a trace of inexplicable confusion appeared in his eyes.

Compared to the dullness of ordinary people, extraordinary people can more or less sense the subtle changes in the body, and Zhu Mingyao, who practiced the Huangting Neijing Sutra, is particularly good at this.

His soul is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the irreversible transformation that comes from the depths of the origin of life.

At this moment, he truly realized that he was beginning to move away from the concept of human beings and gradually moving towards a higher dimension.

That is the road called eternity...

This is what caused him to feel slightly sad.

Since the road to Penglai is near, we should stay away from the worldly affairs.

The valve of memory suddenly opened, and the past lives came flooding in like a tide, slowly merging with this life, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

One is the slightly boring routine of going to school until traveling through time, and the other is the exciting and brilliant entry into the extraordinary world.

But whether it is the former or the latter, it is still just an ordinary life.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; even for the rich and powerful, or the heroic and brave, life is but a mere hundred years.

Even for ordinary practitioners, the length of their lives is only limited. At the end of this life, there is no escape, and they will eventually end up in the underworld together with countless of their kind.

But after being promoted to Yin God Ghost Immortal, the stream of life completely deviated in another direction.

Unlike the Jindan immortals who live for 180 years, the Yin God's lifespan can theoretically last for nearly a thousand years, which is even beyond the standards of most civilizations.

Since ancient times, those who reached this realm and died either perished in battles or had their humanity worn away by the passage of time, and their consciousness collapsed into the world. Those who truly died of old age are extremely rare.

As he holds the cheat, he will make great progress in the future and enter the Yang God, and even the Yuanshen True Immortal. It is just a matter of time, and his lifespan by then will be immeasurable.

This also means that he will have to witness the vicissitudes of the world, and all the familiar things and friends will eventually disappear.

Zhu Mingyao felt a special feeling when he thought about facing this unique experience.

Perhaps thousands of years later, he would still miss the brief time he spent as a mortal from time to time.

After all, the happiness and sadness at that time were superficial but pure, and every emotion was like the raindrops in early spring, crystal clear and free of impurities.

In a trance, faces flew past him one after another, drifting away like smoke, and his soul seemed to lose pieces of itself, becoming numb and empty...

"Snapped--!"

The sharp pain on his forehead was like a bucket of cool water being poured over him, instantly bringing him back to the world from the fog of loss.

Lin Xuansheng's smiling face flashed into his eyes, and he said meaningfully: "Why, are you possessed by a demon?"

Just listening to the words, it seems to be a question, but it is full of certainty.

As if he could guess what was in the young man's mind, he flicked his sleeves with a light tone, and a gentle breeze swept by. The flowers swayed up and down, and the petals of various colors reluctantly broke away from their mother bodies, fluttering in the air like a dream.

"Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, this is the law of nature."

Just as he finished speaking, a light pink petal fell on the young man's shoulder, moist with the morning dew and with a faint floral scent, like a gentle comfort.

Lin Xuansheng pointed casually, and the bare plants began to sprout calyx buds, and soon the flowers were reborn in all colors.

"Even though spring will return, it won't be the same flower as before." Zhu Mingyao murmured in a low voice. "Haha! Let's talk about the future later. The past is not important, and the future is not important. What's important is to seize the present!"

Lin Xuansheng raised his eyebrows, laughed out loud, and patted the young man's shoulder heavily.

He raised his head to the sky and looked at the rolling white clouds.

“So-called spiritual practice and transcendence are the human beings who are unwilling to decay like plants and trees, and who jump out of their short lives to seek eternal miracles.

There is a saying in the Xuanmen that if you move your house and ascend to heaven, your family and friends will ascend to heaven as well!"

These bold words were indeed very inspiring, but when he turned around, he saw Zhu Mingyao's facial muscles twitching strangely.

"Master, what are you watching recently? Why do you sound like a young man from Eastern Japan?"

"I only bothered to persuade you because you were so worried about losing something! Can't anyone see your little secret? You think you have a chance of living forever, so you don't want to give up the world!"

After a round of encouragement, Zhu Mingyao regained his spirits and replied with a smile:

"I can't bear to leave you, and there are so many relatives and friends..."

"Humph, nonsense. You are just reluctant to part with one or several beautiful girls!" Lin Xuansheng cursed with a smile and kicked him.

"Get lost now. I need to retreat to digest what I have learned this time. Please don't bother me if there is nothing else to do!"

Looking at the figure who ran away with his hands covering his head and laughing secretly, he seemed to have some memories in his eyes, and then he chuckled again:
“To become an immortal is to make the impossible possible. If you want to keep the time and the people you care about, then keep going!”

The figure disappeared into the distance, and he was left standing alone, gazing into the distance with deep eyes.

"You said, if I had made such rapid progress, I would have been able to help my father, and he wouldn't have left me, right?"

"Ahem." Zhang Shouzhong, who had gained a lot of weight and was wrapped in a thick cotton robe, turned around with a smile.

"Those who have gone cannot be brought back, but those who are coming can still be waited for... Isn't this the meaning of inheritance? How could Uncle Master be so confused?"

"Haha, that's right, that's right." Lin Xuansheng took out a silver Bagua mirror and looked at the two dim star-like spots on it.

"The two demon gods are now dying. It seems that there is no need to follow up any further. The federal government has issued a formal notice, and they are very dissatisfied with our unauthorized crossing of the border and interfering."

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"Why not allowed?"

The man, who was full of energy and vigor, said with an incredible look on his face.

He waved his arms with hidden anger, and his baggy suit was stretched tight by his muscular body.

"It doesn't matter which country they are from, as long as they can help us eradicate these damn monsters!"

"If those guys from Asia are right, this will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We can put those two evil gods to sleep for at least a hundred years!"

"This is not your business, sir." No matter how passionately he appealed, the gray-black-haired official remained unmoved.

"We have coordinated with the Special Investigation Bureau headquarters. We will take over the next task. If you are not satisfied, you can go find that old man Davis."

Staring at Frank's old face, the superhuman combat team from the West Coast Branch could only suppress their anger and called on the people from the Hualian Chamber of Commerce to leave together.

Watching the other party leave, the old bureaucrat's face was hidden in the shadows. The slick politician temperament of the past had disappeared at some point, leaving only a deep chill.

(End of this chapter)