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Xuan Zhu, the chief disciple of the Bodhi Seat, was framed by his mentor himself during the canonization ceremony of the Immortal Class. His immortal bones were picked off, his moral conduct was completely ruined, and he fell into a place of exile. When he was about to die, he took away the mortal boy Wang Xiaofan who had just died. One is a fallen warrior immortal who was full of hatred and once powerful in the heavens, and the other is a mortal boy who is as humble as dust and whose fate is as small as a piece of grass. When Xuan Zhu's soul awakens in Wang Xiaofan's body, the former master and apprentice become mortal enemies. In this life, he will use his mortal bones to hide his edge and return to the ninth level of heaven. Not only will he uncover the true face of the pseudo-immortal in heaven, but he will also personally overturn this game of becoming an immortal with all living beings as chess pieces!

Dedicated to my beloved grandpa - he took me to see hundreds of scenery in the world and rebuilt my self-confidence when I was most desperate. This book is a bridge of longing that I have paved with words. Death may not be the end, but the entrance to another journey. "I" left this world in an accident, but met an angel in the dim light of heaven. A special opportunity lies before me: I can return to the human world and help 100 souls realize their unfinished dreams. But the rules are cold and cruel - the ability is limited, and every time a helping hand is extended, it may accelerate the disappearance of "I" as a passer-by. The realization of every dream is a profound understanding of human nature. In this process, "I" not only witnessed the love that transcends life and death, the persistent protection, and the silent reconciliation, but also in the life fragments of each seeker, I vaguely saw my own past and the knot that I could never let go of - about parting and about the unspoken love. This is not only a journey to help others realize their dreams, but also a pilgrimage for "I" to face his heart, understand the meaning of life, and finally reconcile with himself. My grandfather used his broad arms to rebuild my broken self-confidence with his simplest wisdom at the darkest and self-doubting moments in my life, teaching me to see the glimmer of light even in adversity. The deepest missing is not to indulge in sadness, but to live better with the love and courage given to us by the deceased. The real farewell is to learn to gain the strength to move forward in memory and understand that every life has its own unique meaning.