Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return. Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow at dusk.
Li Guang couldn't remember where he heard these lines of poetry. He only knew that they came from distant Kunlun. Like the sound that shakes the soul, the moment he heard it, these two sentences were deeply ingrained in his mind.
As an immortal immortal, it is easy to forget the existence of time. The memory of age is permanently fixed on the year when you first entered the immortal realm. However, once you realize the passage of time, it is like being suddenly exposed to the torrent of history. You are often washed away by its turbulent waves and it is difficult to breathe. There is always an indescribable feeling of loss afterwards. Many years ago, they often had this feeling. Whenever they saw everything in the past getting older, they would unconsciously calculate their own meaningless age, as if that way they could have a sense of survival.
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