I have worked hard to conquer three junior brothers for three hundred years. But for the sake of my junior sister, they cut open my golden elixir and took my blood. After I died, they searched for me like crazy. Three hundred years later, when we met again, my good junior brother was so paranoid that he even went so far as to start a war with the Three Realms and let me die in their hands for the second time. At this time, the system that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared. "Congratulations to the host, the strategy is successful. I will take you home." Later, I heard that they wanted to wait for another three hundred years. Unfortunately, this time I really disappeared.
