There are countless sentient beings cultivating immortality and asking questions, but they don't know that there is no eternity in the world and no one can be young again.
There are thousands of ways in the world, but I alone cultivate the road of mortals.
One word can destroy ten thousand ways, and a wave of hands can suppress ten thousand ways. All ways are reduced to red dust, and the red dust turns into ten thousand ways.
For thousands of years, I have been a free traveler, with only wine to accompany me, traveling around the world with a sword, and spending the rest of my life in a thatched hut.
After thousands of years of fishing by Jingxin Lake, everyone ridiculed and scorned him, thinking that he was once the most talented person, but in the end he was defeated by him and became a useless person.
As everyone knows, he is just reluctant to let go of the existence of the sect and does not want to ascend.
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I feel like the author is just a bastard [angry][angry][laughing]