Rebirth of the Urban Immortal

One morning sixty years later, I was lying on a bed in a hospital. Time was running out. By this time, I had written more than 50,000 chapters. I held my phone and scrolled through the flat screen——I've finished reading today's updates. The children gathered around the bed and said heartbrokenly: "Dad, stop brushing. You are so old. You should take a rest." The great-grandson said at the bedside, "Grandpa, you have been reading this book for sixty or seventy years. When will you see the end?" I turned my head and glanced at my great-grandson and said calmly: "The author has been writing this book for more than sixty years. From youth to middle age and then to old age, he has been writing for a lifetime. He is using his life to write the book. I guess he will never finish it in this life." It seems that it will be passed on to the children to continue writing. I wish I had known this earlier. One book can last a lifetime. What a good job. It seems that the grandfather can't bear it. After the grandfather passes away, if the book has an ending that day, you can read it to the grandfather when you visit his grave. Ah~~~~~cough cough" Ha~~~~~huh~~~~~ha~~~~huh... From now on, time will freeze. Seventy years later, a white-haired old man was pushed in a wheelchair by some young people to the tombstone of a grave. The old man ordered the young man to bring out a bouquet of flowers and some offerings, and then said to the grave: "Grandpa, I came to see you again. It seems that this book will not end in my lifetime. You are right. It seems that the author really passed this book to his descendants to write. But don't worry, I have already asked my great-grandson to pay attention to this book. If there is an ending, he will be the first to inform you. I really have to blame you for a few words. I wish you had written a book. Look, one book can feed several generations..." The old man stopped making noises, only the chirping of cicadas. After a while, several young people heard painful cries, and soon a new grave was added next to it. ... One thousand eight hundred and forty years later, a young man placed a large number of fruit offerings in front of an ancient tomb and kowtowed, "Ancestor, your wish has finally come true. This book will have an ending soon. Because I took the only daughter of the author's heir and obtained the writing rights of this book, I can end this book at any time. Originally, I did not intend for the ending to be passed on to future generations, but why do you always want to read the ending?" At this time, the sky was dark, with thunder and lightning, and an old voice came, "You unworthy descendant, how can you smash such a good job at your own risk?"

Just go to the ending. This book is 200% because the author didn't want to write it.

I've read more than 300 chapters, but I can't see the heroine. I'm speechless😒

One-fourth of the immortal emperors (immortals) in the world have the surname Ye.

This plot is a bit unbearable. The ending is so speechless.

The first one is okay

Like very much

Otherwise, don't write. If you want to write, write seriously. Don't be like rubbish. What does it feel like when you don't even write down your favorite at the end? You still have unfinished promises and suddenly wake up from a dream. Are you free to deny your own promises or take them seriously? ! ! !

Second, I finished watching it a long time ago, and it's pretty good.

There are thousands of cultivators in the world, and the Lin family and the Ye family account for half of them. The Lin family is the leader, Lin Feng, and the Ye family is the leader, Ye Feng.