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She said calmly, "I need to enter the Dao through the dual avenues, just like Chen Yin."

The Immortal Lord was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

"Yes, it's a bit too much to think of fighting against the upper realm after only understanding one great way."

"Okay, anyway, with Chen Yin's experience, I can help you."

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "What kind of enlightenment? Is it also the way of the sword? Let me tell you, the way of the sword is——"

"No." She interrupted the Immortal.

Her eyes were clear and her voice was serious.

"I want to... comprehend the avenue of time."

The Immortal's hand froze in mid-air.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly started laughing.

It got louder and louder, until it finally turned into unbridled laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"That's it! That's it!"

There were tears in his smile, and a hint of clarity and relief in his eyes.

Chen Yin.

This is the last thing I can do for you before I disappear.

…That’s all.

283. Her Long Years

A chamber of commerce suddenly emerged in the world of immortal cultivation. It was called Wanxiang Pavilion.

Not long after this company appeared, it swept the entire cultivation world with countless novel and bizarre products. It even opened branches in the mortal world.

People only think that the ancestor of the Wan family is a cultivator with a great business acumen, but they don't know where those strange and bizarre products come from.

However, some people seemed to often see the Immortal Yu Ling entering and leaving Wanxiang Pavilion.

No one knew what she did.

-

Twenty years later, Yu Ling left Mayfly Mountain and never returned.

No one knows what Mayfly Mountain has become.

Since then, this immortal legend has been circulated in the world of immortal cultivation.

Legend has it that the martial arts created by the Immortal Yu Ling, "Wang Yan Xin Hua Lu", can not only revive the dead, but also enable immortality.

Because twenty years have passed, and not only has the appearance of Immortal Yu Ling not changed at all, but there is a tendency to rejuvenate.

For a time, the entire world of immortal cultivation was swept up in a wave of pursuit for the Immortal Yu Ling.

Some people harbor evil intentions and want to attack and kill to snatch the "Wang Yan Xin Hua Lu", while some people are sincere and are willing to worship her as their master and learn the skills.

But Immortal Yu Ling has never accepted a disciple.

Those who wanted to assassinate Immortal Yu Ling all disappeared in the end.

As time went by, no one dared to offend the Immortal Yu Ling anymore. Her existence was gradually deified and turned into a legend.

-

Thirty years later.

On the top of Buqi Mountain, seven or eight monks were looking at the sky with solemn expressions.

In addition to Wangzhe Shangxian, who was recognized as the most experienced immortal in the world of immortal cultivation at that time, there were also several heads and elders of the top sects.

They are almost the strongest group of people in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

There was a glow of light in the sky above the Buqi Mountain, and after a moment a delicate and thin figure slowly revealed its face.

Her wide palace dress with floral patterns was slightly dusty, but her beautiful eyes were filled with calmness and indifference.

"Fellow Daoist Yu Ling, how is it?"

"...It's okay." She just said this lightly.

Suddenly, Wang Ze and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Last thirty days ago, we refused to listen to Daoist Fellow Yu Ling's advice and arrogantly wanted to enter the realm passage."

"In just one incident, nearly ten Taiqing Realm Immortals died."

"If it weren't for Daoist Fellow Yu Ling, I'm afraid even I would be in danger."

Yu Ling didn't pay attention to the flattery in his words, and just said silently:

"You don't have to worry so much."

"The Thirty Days will not threaten you. During the Thirty Days, those guys from the upper realm will only target the Chosen Ones."

The only ones who will die within thirty days are those who are destined to be there somewhere on this continent.

"If you really want to, you might as well think about how to deal with the thirty-day catastrophe a thousand years from now. That is the real catastrophe that will destroy the world."

"I'm not sure I can protect you next time." Her voice became lazy.

Wang Ze and others smiled bitterly.

"...Thank you for your hard work, Daoist Yu Ling."

"Our sect has already signed a contract. In order to have the power to fight against the upper world a thousand years later, we must work together and form an alliance."

"We intend to invite Daoist Fellow Yu Ling to take up the position of leader of the alliance."

"What... do you think?" There was a hint of caution in Wangze's old eyes.

Yu Ling was silent for a long time.

She has no interest in any of these alliances.

People are selfish animals no matter where they go. Perhaps it was a delusion to hope that the people in the lower world would form an alliance and work together from the beginning.

Perhaps within a hundred years, the alliance will fall apart, and they will once again fall into the struggle for fame and fortune and intrigue.

A hundred years later, the monks will gradually forget this history.

By then, the records about thirty days and thirty days of heavenly tribulation may only appear in the classics of a very small number of immortal cultivation sects.

But those have nothing to do with Yu Ling anymore.

She doesn't care what these people are like.

She had only promised someone that she would guard the passage to Buqi Mountain for him.

In order to prevent the tragedy of Yu Meng from happening again.

-

century.

Everything was just as Yu Ling expected.

The alliance fell apart, and each sect re-drew its boundaries for its own interests.

The time limit for cultivators like Wang Ze is approaching, and the number of people who can see the Immortal Yu Ling is becoming increasingly rare in the entire world of immortal cultivation.

Yu Ling herself rarely shows up in front of others.

She began to wander aimlessly in the world.

Occasionally, when I pass by a restaurant, I will go in and drink a couple of jars of wine.

Occasionally he would return to Mount Buqi and re-enter the boundary passage to hold out for thirty days.

Occasionally he would go to Wanxiang Pavilion and use their unknown intelligence system to track the Feng family.

Of course, most of the time, she was reminiscing.

Recalling the places that Chen Yin and I passed by.

Recalling the sea of ​​flowers on Mayfly Mountain.

Lanterns from Ziqingzhou.

The first snow on Mount Buqi.

Every tiny detail is like ink stains spreading on a scroll.

In a hundred years, she has walked through every place she and Chen Yin passed by.

He walked all the way back to the wooden house on Buqi Mountain and came to the tombs of all the people in the Yu League.

She suddenly felt a little tired.

She was thinking, what if she could cry bitterly in front of everyone’s graves like she did before.

What if you were crying and suddenly someone came over and hugged you tightly?

He whispered softly in his ear: "Be good, don't cry."

"It's ugly if your face is covered with tears."

But no.

Yu Ling waited for no one.

-

One hundred and fifty years later, Qinglian City.

On the cliff, Yu Ling was holding a jar of peach wine, drinking it in small sips. Next to her was a fox girl with a charming fox tail and a young and lovely face.

"Hey, why are you always so depressed lately?"

The green fox girl reached out and pinched Yu Ling's cheek: "These few times when you came to see me, you didn't fight, you just drank."

"This isn't your style."

Yu Ling didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the scenery below the cliff.

"Mei Niang, have you...ever had someone you liked?"

Like? Qing Mei Niang's face was slightly embarrassed, and then she immediately looked away and said awkwardly:

"Uh, I, I didn't."

"We, the Blue Fox royal family, can give birth to offspring without any effort, so why should we waste our energy on such things?"

"Besides..." She suddenly lowered her head, "I will be stationed at the seal soon."

"It will probably take at least five hundred years to come out of the seal."

"By that time, not to mention humans, even the monsters will be old and on the verge of death."

"If you are destined not to be with the person you love, it is better not to have any thoughts in the first place."

Yu Ling lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, and her delicate legs swayed back and forth under her palace skirt. It was unknown what she was thinking.

"You're still the best."

As she spoke, Qing Mei Niang took Yu Ling's arm and said with a smile: "If you can really live forever, I can come out to play with you again in five hundred years."

"At least then, neither of us will be alone."

Yu Ling thought about it and smiled silently.

That smile appeared on her somewhat immature and handsome face, like the first bloom of an ephemeral flower, making the mountains and rivers dim.

Qing Meiniang stared at her face, then suddenly looked away somewhat unnaturally.

"What about you?"

"After I go to guard the seal, I won't be able to play with you. What are your plans after that?"

"Me?" Yu Ling suddenly smiled.

Her gaze was long and calm as she looked across the countless landscapes below the cliff, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm going to find someone."