Thinking of the old and incomplete manuscript among the beautifully packaged books, Ying Meng sighed.

This used to be a very beautiful town. The mountains and rivers here were beautiful, and the men and women who were raised here were beautiful. The people who lived here had nothing to do with the world. There were no intrigues here, and everyone was dedicated to the Tao.

However, this town, as beautiful as a peach blossom garden, with falling cherry blossoms and shrouded in happiness, is like a fairy tale, and cannot escape the erosion of reality.

The arrival of a plague wiped out everything. Towns that were once full of laughter suddenly became filled with mourning.

The Immortal Lord returned to his hometown and watched the beauty he had tried so hard to protect vanish into thin air. No matter how hard he tried, the only response he received was a cry of mourning.

Once people have obsessions, they will become unlike themselves, even the immortal king who stands at the pinnacle of power is nothing more than that.

Every sound was like a sharp sword piercing his heart. The faith he had always believed in was shattered.

If everything he holds on to can be destroyed so easily, why do he still hold on to it? He has cultivated to the peak but cannot keep the things he wants to protect. What is the purpose of practicing?

He was like crazy and gave up everything. He used all his cultivation to create this formation.

Everything in this town has returned to its beautiful appearance like a peach blossom garden, but that is only the most beautiful appearance in his memory.

The dead reappeared in the world as souls. The immortal king also created that small world and planned to spend eternity there.

Neither rebirth nor death, never rebirth.

However, the joy of the past has passed away, and behind the beauty there is only endless suffering.

The souls of those trapped can only wander in this town, always accompanying the selfish immortal king. Day after day, year after year. They are angry, they are unwilling, but they have nowhere to vent, and in the end they can only become

They become walking zombies who cannot be reincarnated. The living people can only have their memories erased and the same plot repeated.

Everyone is like a puppet that has lost its soul, performing the past story according to the beauty in the heart of the immortal king.

This is the price behind beauty. The brighter the thing, the greater the shadow behind it.

No matter how beautiful this place is, it is still an illusion after all. If he chooses to indulge in illusions instead of reality, he will no longer be the immortal king he once was.

As if confirming the story of Shadow Dream, golden light spots appeared on the surrounding broken limbs. Each light spot turned into a spiritual body, floating densely in the air.

The formation was broken, and they were free. Freed from eternal catastrophe, they couldn't wait to go to reincarnation. He

Their gratitude turned into a piece of golden light and fell on everyone present. No matter who saved them from eternal catastrophe, it was their benefactor. It was the power of merit.

The power of merit scattered from the air, falling on the body as soft as feathers.

The faint golden light contains rich energy, and it seems to have a warm current falling on the body.

As the sun sets in the west, countless light spots pass through the clouds and fall on the dilapidated ruins, making everything look unusually warm.

The golden light is refracted in the mist, as if there is a faint path of light on the other side, symbolizing freedom.

It is very beautiful, beautiful that cannot be described in words.

The light and shadow move with the wind. In the vast water vapor, it is like a halo of seven colors. It is as bright as a diamond, so gorgeous that it feels like an illusion.

The light spots fall on the body, as if a gurgling river flows through the heart and soothes all impetuousness. It turns out that reality can be so beautiful.

"It is precisely because of the existence of an end that makes life precious and unique." Wang Huansheng's exclamation plate sounded along with the Sanskrit chant. He was shrouded in merit and seemed low and solemn.

Yingmeng was in the golden light, and countless light spots were dancing around her like butterflies. Tiny butterflies still have freedom, but she can only live in the chess game of fate. In the end, she is just an ingroup member.

He is just a chess piece in his hand, trapped in this web woven by wealth and glory, experiencing the eternal calamity of power over and over again.

The rolling mortal world is both beautiful and painful. The prosperity of the past is always so shaky, and the future is always so precarious. Facing the truth requires courage, but it is not a crime to indulge in illusory illusions.

When the two of them were immersed in their own thoughts, Yang An's calm voice came to their ears. "So the people in the Southern Immortal World are good people."

The atmosphere of realization shattered in an instant.

Yingmeng had no idea how he came to this conclusion. To be more precise, it was how he could say such irrational words despite his unusual noble demeanor.

The three people stared at each other, then looked at the power of merit scattered around them. When they spoke, there was silence for a while.

Yang An looked away with a cold expression, "Impossible."

Wang Huansheng covered his face with one hand, his head covered with black lines, "I'm so disillusioned."

Ying Meng squatted on the ground. "Your friend's outlook on life has been shattered and is being reshaped. Please do not disturb him."

"Wow, I'm so lucky. I met two target people just after I came out."

This voice seemed to be from the Southern Immortal Realm. So why were they standing there just now? Upon hearing this voice, the three of them stood up reflexively, turned around and ran away.

The people left in the Southern Immortal Realm looked confused.

"Why are they running?"

"Both of them are intelligent geniuses. Maybe they have noticed something that is a crisis that we have not noticed."

"Then let's withdraw first."

"Okay, the task is completed anyway."

The three of them ran for a while and found that no one from the Southern Immortal Realm was catching up.

Yingmeng suddenly noticed some very important information. "Why should we run?"

Wang Huansheng took a breath and gave Ying Meng a violent shudder. "You don't have to ask, of course it's because of the beating..." He couldn't beat him. Wait, why couldn't he beat him?

There are only five people on the other side, four mortal immortals and one Ling Xian. And there are three people on their side, Yang An is a mortal immortal, Wang Huansheng unlocks the seal to be a mysterious immortal, and Ying Meng is a Ling immortal. One mysterious immortal versus three mortals

It is not an exaggeration to say that a complete victory is achieved.

It took a long time for Ying Meng to fight a mysterious immortal against more than 10,000 mortal immortals. If she hadn't been so soft-hearted and was overwhelmed by the opponent's numbers and the battle ended in a draw, it wouldn't have been so embarrassing.

So why are they running?

Could it be that the people from the Southern Immortal Realm have overthrown them? The first reaction in the subconscious mind when seeing them is to retreat. Damn rigid thinking.

"If we go back and kill them now, won't we look a bit retarded?" Wang Huansheng asked a question from the depths of his soul.

"It's not very retarded, it's very retarded. Forget it, we know we have the strength to take revenge anyway. Let's eat and drink enough, then go and deal with them properly. The first person who ran away just now will treat him to a meal." Ying Meng called.

yawn.

The first person to run blinked at Ying Meng, "That's not fair. Everyone has run away. Why don't we use the back of our hands to decide who gets to eat?"

Ying Meng instantly realized that before ending his journey to the secret realm, he must deal with Yang An once.

A moment later, in a hot and sour noodle shop on the edge of the city, Yang An's cold face could not be darker, and the two of them said something proud. Yimo took a bite of the noodles. "It's extremely sour, this is so sour."

A magical taste. Do you know what it will become when it hurts?"

"It hurts. I wonder if this young master knows what I will become when he touches Shuang?"

"It's sour and refreshing. Do you know what will happen to your heart when it touches it?"

"Sad, hahaha!"
Chapter completed!