Qingque Eternal Life

The immortal is not the winner, but the only judge. When Gu Changan opened his eyes, another dynasty had just died. The cypress tree on the grave of the old friend has become a spirit, calling her "ancestor". And she just brushed off the dust of time on her sleeves and walked towards the "Qingque" that no one dared to climb again. The Immortal Sect said she had stolen secrets from heaven, and the Demon Lord worshiped her to extend his life. She looked at them like fish vying for bait in a pond. Until that day, the way of heaven opened a crack in front of her, and she heard a whisper like the sigh of an old friend: "Chang'an, you and I have been playing this game of chess for too long. It's time to clean up." She lowered her eyes and smiled softly, and finally opened her palms. Lying there quietly was a piece that had been softened by thousands of years - Luozi. "This is the story of an immortal who writes a judgment for himself at the end of time."