In the center of the underground palace, the man wearing the robe of the Heavenly Master had been guarding the place for three thousand years, until the consciousness of the last zombie king faded into nothingness. The man stood up, his once bright robes were covered with dust, but his face still looked like a young man, but his hair behind him was as white as snow. In the past three thousand years, he had exhausted his last bit of spiritual power to suppress zombies. He had always loved cleanliness, but at this moment he could not even draw a simple purification charm. With a smile of relief, he walked out of the underground palace. It was winter outside, and on the snow-covered wilderness, there was a vast expanse of white. Having no strength to walk any further, he waded into the snow and closed his eyes. There was a dazzling golden light on his body.
"Wei Xiu, a Mahayana monk, resolved the crisis of zombie annihilation and protected the continent for three thousand years. With perfect merit, he can ascend." A majestic voice sounded in the young man's mind.
The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the sky: "It's soaring." Suddenly he sighed, seeming a little sad: "I have lived for three thousand three hundred years. I was busy cultivating the Taoism in the front, and I was busy saving people in the back. I said I saved the mortal world, but I have never taken a good look at this world of mortals."
"As you wish." The majestic voice sounded again: "Feel good in these three thousand mortal worlds. I will help you seal your memory and cultivation. When fate comes, they will be unlocked."
The golden light suddenly intensified and enveloped Wei Xiu. When the golden light dissipated, there was no young man anywhere, only a newborn baby, lying in the snow and crying, holding a jade plaque with the word "Wei Xiu" engraved on it.
The cruel and ruthless Demon Lord attacks
Intention:
Hey, this is too direct, hahahahaha