The Immortal Fairy of the Lingshi: the Immortal of the Underworld

A piece of unicorn jade attracted Fairy Fusheng, who had settled on Huangquan Road all year round. On the way to find the unicorn jade, she discovered the letter left by her master, which involved a larger conspiracy. Why did Master die? Immortal world is dead, where should countless monks go? There are ambitious and powerful enemies outside who are eyeing the world, and there are monks from other countries intervening in the war. In times of crisis, she never looked back and forged ahead. Defeat foreign enemies, eliminate traitors and sycophants, and vow to restore peace to this smoky world. ———————————————— "Fusheng, let me ask you, are you willing to give up your thousands of years of practice for the sake of the righteousness of this world?" Thousands of years ago, Lord Luo Chen looked at Fusheng dressed in red and asked in a cold voice. Fusheng was silent for a long time, but finally failed to nod. "Fusheng, is it worth sacrificing your thousand years of practice for the great righteousness of heaven and earth?" Thousands of years later, Bai Yan looked at her as calm as water and asked worriedly. Fusheng smiled and whispered the word "worth". He was stunned for a moment, nodded and said only one sentence, "I understand." From then on, he was always by her side in the three rivers and five lakes, in the battlefields of gunfire. There is romance between them, but it will never have anything to do with you and me. Before separation, she said, "Wait until I come back." So he waited, and the seas and seas changed, and the seas and rocks were in ruins. When he looked back, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten how many years he had been waiting for her. ———————————————— "Are you here again?" On Huangquan Road, a sad-looking woman asked him holding a flower from the other side. "I'm here to find her." Bai Yan smiled lightly. "You have searched for Sansheng Stone, Naihe Bridge, and Wangchuan over a hundred times." "Then do you know where she is?" "As always, take a trip to Wangchuan River and I'll tell you." Hundreds of ghosts screamed in the Forgotten River, tearing his skin and tearing off his hair. He came out of the river bloody, dyeing the Huangquan Road into a silent mourning. His hand brushed against a heavy stone tablet, and his smile was heartbreaking, "You are finally back."