I Asked You to Write a Hero, but You Wrote the Great Love Immortal Venerable

"Fang Yuan, the ten great demonic sects of Central Continent have joined forces today to wipe out your legacy! So what if you dismissed your disciples? We can still track them down and kill them one by one!"

"Fang Yuan, give it up. To refine the Spring Autumn Cicada and save all living beings, you have barely any immortal essence left, and every Immortal Gu you had has been used up as Gu materials. What can you possibly use to fight us?!"

"Fang Yuan, three hundred years ago, I took your innocence and slaughtered your entire clan. Ever since that day, I've wanted your body."

Fang Yuan stood motionless, his expression perfectly calm.

"If the Spring Autumn Cicada I just refined works, I'll still do good for the world in my next life!"

Everyone was horrified. "Get out of the way! That guy Fang Yuan is going to make one last desperate stand!"

Fang Yuan's black robe fluttered despite the windless air. He leisurely chanted:

"Before the South Border Qing Mao caravan, the old man’s words linger in my dreams."

"The dead Gu, twisted with grass rope till it smokes; black oil clings to me, and immortality fills me with loathing."

"The mermaid's rescue brought a beauty into view; alas, Han Mo was framed."

"Three hundred years of mortal life have passed. Who knew great love was not about refining the heavens!"

Fang Yuan detonated himself without hesitation!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.