Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Then the old man himself became confused, laughing foolishly, "Oh dear, who is Si'er?"

It's impossible for me to remember anyway.

So she jumped off her mother's lap, waved her hand to stop the mountain wind, and said, "Go down, don't come up the mountain alone, it's not safe."

"I know, I know."

After escorting his mother down the mountain and waiting for her to return home, the Nameless Immortal Emperor continued on his way.

In the long river of time, she saw Lu Ya lying unconscious in the hospital.

So she returned to the alley.

"Don't run! Lu Ya!"

"Danger!"

For some reason, Lu Ya ended up here, only to be met with a truck heading straight for her.

Behind her were several students from outside the school who were chasing after her.

Ziyuan looked ahead at the river of time again and realized that these students from outside the school were thugs who had come to cause trouble for Lu Ya.

Essentially, he's a pursuer, but his methods are rather unconventional.

They seem to think that intimidation and fighting can make girls' hearts flutter.

Because she used to be by Lu Ya's side, most of these kinds of people had run away, and now her traces of existence had been erased.

The group of thugs kept pestering her, and finally managed to catch Lu Ya here on this day.

The world's inertia of development meant that, had she not already reached a higher level, she would likely have been powerless to change it.

Just before the truck crashed into Lu Ya, the nameless Immortal Emperor walked up to Lu Ya and casually stopped the truck.

The wheels and engine roared and screech like a rampaging beast.

But in the end, she gently pressed down with one of her fingers, and the whole car sank, almost falling into the ground!

The three thugs behind him were stunned for a moment, then turned and ran!

Lu Ya seemed startled as well, clutching her chest and staring at the girl who had suddenly appeared before her. She stammered for a moment, "You, hello, thank you..."

The sober truck driver quickly got out of the truck to make a phone call, and the Nameless Immortal Emperor went over and punched him in the stomach.

The truck driver's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up due to the pain, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"We are all living life to the fullest."

The girl spoke expressionlessly.

"I thought it was a speed bump."

I stepped on his head again.

"Tell the insurance company what you have to say."

The truck driver managed to squeeze out the word "nervous" before passing out.

Lu Ya, who was watching from behind, was stunned for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"That's outrageous! That's something a truck driver would say!"

"To me, they are flesh and blood."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Lu Ya chased after him, "Hey, hey, what's your name? Let's get acquainted! I haven't thanked you yet!"

Even so, she did not linger. After confirming that Lu Ya was not in any danger, she walked forward from there.

As time went by, Lu Ya grew younger and younger, reaching the time when her parents were young, still deeply in love and inseparable.

Further on, before my parents were born, the mountains and rivers shifted, and the city's myriad lights were washed away into a desolate wasteland.

Until the world was born.

She continued walking towards the end of the river of time.

There are many more worlds waiting for her.

Every world is noisy, billions of worlds, trillions of years, turning into a continuous torrent.

The scale of time is endlessly stretched within a single step, turning into a fleeting silence after the next step is taken.

Time is merciless; it brings neither joy nor diminishes pride.

Only a lingering feeling remains.

She continued walking forward without stopping, heading towards a more distant and ethereal end.

Suppress all darkness and misfortune!

No one will remember her, and she will no longer remember anyone.

He simply traversed the long river of time, creating a perfect world for all things and beings, nipping all tragedies in the bud.

Through the vicissitudes of time, across the long river of history, it has brought blessings to all living beings and become the embodiment of the Way of Heaven.

When you've traveled far enough and seen enough in the long river of time, many things become less important.

The World Tree, curse, eeriness, filth, and misfortune.

They are all just fleeting passersby on the stage beneath our feet.

Step by step, she went deeper and deeper, further and further away, until even the Beast of the End could no longer find her.

She stepped into a place unknown to anyone, relentlessly pursuing the dark and ominous, toward the end of eternity, as if she would never look back.

No one could walk alongside her anymore, and she no longer wished to walk with anyone.

The endless desolation, the invincible silence, the emptiness devoid of joy or sorrow, the boundless expanse beyond birth and death.

On the river flowing against the current, there is a saint, eternally immortal, yet forgotten by all…

Until a certain moment, in the deep sky of the long river behind me.

A soft call came from behind.

The distant call was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But this finally made her pause slightly.

He turned to the side and looked back.

The sound grew louder and louder, accompanied by vibrations, spreading to every corner of the river of time!

"Jiang Si!"

The final chapter: Emperor Ziyuan returns to the mortal realm!

"If there is even one person in this world who still thinks of her, still misses her, and still touches even a speck of dust or a cup of soil connected to her, it will trigger cause and effect. As long as there is even a wisp of thought about her in this world, it can guide her back!"

"If we cannot meet again, if the sea turns to mulberry fields, if we truly can never see each other again..."

"I will change everything, find everything, and break free from the cycle of reincarnation!"

Coco suddenly sat up.

She looked around; the bedroom was quiet, without a soul in sight. Her throat was dry, so she picked up a glass of water from the bedside table and moistened it.

The alarm clock showed six o'clock, and the sharp sound of the hands striking the next number was particularly jarring, so loud that she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat and breathing.

She kicked half of the blanket off the bed, got out of bed and put the blanket back in, then put away the unfinished homework on the table.

Feeling a little stuffy, she went to the window and opened it.

A cool night breeze blew by, which greatly dissipated the inexplicable anxiety and urgency in Coco's heart.

But as she blew on it, she felt her face was a little cold, so she reached out and touched it.

I don't know when, but I started crying again.

This has been happening lately.

She leaned against the window, her hair fluttering in the night breeze, the earrings her mother had bought for her tinkling softly.

Coco just stared blankly at the sky.

The sparse stars have faded, the pale moon shines brightly, and dawn is just beginning to break. The hazy sky makes it difficult to see clearly.

Just like the silhouette in her dream that she could never let go of.

It always felt like she was just a little bit away from remembering something, something so important that it kept her restless and caused her to be constantly disturbed by the anxiety that drove her crazy. This often woke Coco up from her dreams.

It's as if something is missing from my heart, or even my soul.

That emptiness and sadness always brings waves of stinging pain.

It's not fatal, but it will never bring you peace of mind.

So she would lie by the window like that.

The faint sound of wheels drifted by, and the footsteps of the group who had gotten up early for a run could be heard.

She doesn't know why, but she feels at ease.

Once the sound of running fades away, a sense of emptiness returns to my heart.

A chill crept in through the gaps in her pajamas, spreading throughout her body, and Coco finally closed the window.

She threw herself onto the bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling.

He muttered to himself, "There's a sports meet today..."

He was rolling around on the bed when he suddenly lost his balance and fell off, hitting his head.

Coco, curled up on the ground clutching the back of her head and gasping for breath, had tears welling up in her eyes.

The physical pain eventually dispelled some of the pent-up emotions in her heart, so she got up, got dressed, and washed up.

Then, skillfully, I made breakfast.

Her parents were amazed at how she learned to cook; she was as skilled as if she had lived alone for three years.

Then breakfast was hers.