Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 440 Only for This Life (Grand Finale)

Time resumed its flow at this moment.

All beings looked up and saw a golden Dharma image standing tall between heaven and earth, with a tiny figure holding a divine weapon that was neither a sword nor a ruler.

White clouds swirled around his feet, while the light of the sun and moon dimmed.

At this moment, Yun Yi awakened his memories of "three lives" and saw through all cause and effect.

His gaze pierced through the clouds, and he finally saw his beloved wife, whom he had longed for for so long, as did Song Xinci.

He wore his signature smile, the same look that made many people's teeth itch.

Song Xinci glared at him reproachfully.

I thought that when we met again, everything would have changed, and people would be different, but I never expected—

The sky is still blue, and the clouds are still drifting lazily.

Yun Yi gave his wife a look, and Song Xinci nodded slightly.

He then turned to face the Dao Integration Realm cultivators who stood there dumbfounded.

Most of these people came from the Futian Pavilion. They were originally vying for spiritual energy, but Yun Yi stopped them. Now, witnessing that the boy had actually merged with the Pavilion Master, they were all so surprised that they didn't know what to do.

Yun Yi said, "My wife and I have important matters to attend to and do not wish to be disturbed."

The crowd remained motionless, not because they wanted to oppose or resist, but because no one dared to move at all.

These were all wise people who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, so they could naturally see that all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathering around Yun Yi and was quite close to him.

Yun Yi tilted his head, feeling somewhat confused. Had he not spoken clearly enough?
So his gaze fell on the most conspicuous Yuan Lingguan. This man was originally in the Ascension Realm, but after the collapse of the sky, he had an epiphany and actually wanted to strive towards the Immortal Realm.

Unfortunately, a flash of sword light severed the three flowers on his head, ending his path to immortality.

Yun Yi said, "Out of respect for the old Celestial Master, I will only punish you slightly, and spare your life for now."

Unexpectedly, Yuan Lingguan, who had suffered such a severe blow, was not angry. Instead, he bowed deeply and said, "Thank you."

With a single sword strike, he "slayed" the strongest person present, which made everyone even more fearful, and they couldn't help but retreat.

"That's right, remember to stay far away." Yun Yi squinted as he watched the group of people hurriedly flee the sky and return to the earth.

Then, he raised Fangyuan in his hand, gently stroked the blade, and said softly, "Fangyuan... No wonder Nangong Feitian named you 'Fangyuan,' no wonder he wanted to spread his Dao throughout the world. Perhaps he had foreseen this day."

There are never any selfish immortals in this world. Some die fighting against extraterrestrial beings, while others try their best to leave something behind for the Three Realms.

The Master of Futian Pavilion used a thousand years of arduous cultivation to leave a wedding dress for Yun Yi, and the same was true for Nangong Feitian.

As the Fangyuan Sword left Yun Yi's hand, it instantly transformed into a clear, luminous light that swirled throughout the Three Realms, bringing favorable weather and stable landscapes wherever it passed.

It was like an excited child, running wildly around the human world, passing through the Northern Wilderness and the East Sea, and passing by the Great Xia and the Great Yan.

It drew a circle that encompassed the three realms, and this circle transformed into a glass bowl, which was gently turned down.

It was precisely because the sky was round and the earth was square that heaven and earth returned to their former glory.

Finally, Fang Yuanjian returned to Yun Yi's side, nuzzled him, and looked very reluctant to part.

Yun Yi: "Go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword transformed into countless rays of light that scattered throughout the Three Realms, using the principles of order and law to stabilize heaven and earth.

Yun Yi laughed heartily. The Lord of Futian Pavilion destroyed the Heavenly Pillar, causing chaos in the Three Realms. He used the Dao of Rules and the Square and Round Sword to restore peace to the Three Realms.

In this way, the matter is considered settled.

It's a pity that he lacks a suitable weapon, and he still has to go to the outer heavens to fight with his wife, which makes him seem a bit pathetic.

Just then, a voice rang out: "Good disciple, take this sword!"

On Ling'ao Island in the East China Sea, an unprecedented scene suddenly unfolded before him. The scene contained no flowers, trees, birds, beasts, or any particular person or scene.

There was only one sword.

That was a sword he would never forget, and it was the last sword he had left after drawing all the swords of the Sword Forging Manor.

This sword once attracted the wrath of Heaven, causing the Sword Forging Manor to vanish into thin air.

And now, Wang Shenlai has finally painted it, bringing it back to life.

It is truly a annihilation of all ten directions!

When the sword appeared, the heavens and earth paled in comparison. It fell directly into Yun Yi's hands, and in an instant, Yun Yi's aura surged once more.

He was radiant, like the moon reflected in water or the rising sun, with a white hair between his eyebrows that illuminated all directions.

Yun Yi's gaze fell on Ling'ao Island, looking at the middle-aged man with a full head of white hair but full of vigor, and he bowed deeply.

Wang Shenlai coughed lightly, and Chunli quickly draped a cloak over him.

"At such an advanced age, he's still so easily agitated."

Wang Shenlai laughed and said, "I didn't misjudge you, and neither did Nangong Feitian. It's truly worth a good drink."

Chunli immediately put away her wine glass. "Then let's skip it. I want you to live a few more years so you can keep me company."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

From now on, Wang Shenlai will never dream of his hometown, which was destroyed by the Heavenly Dao.

He finally forgave himself.

……

As Yun Yi led Shi Fang Ju Mie to the Heavenly Realm, the mortal world gradually returned to peace, as if what had happened before was nothing more than a great dream.

And in the Ninth Heaven, in front of the Moon Palace, under the red bean tree.

Yun Yi finally met his wife, and Song Xinci finally met her husband.

The two rushed towards each other, embraced tightly, deeply feeling each other's presence, and felt an unprecedented peace in their hearts.

After a tender moment, they sat under the red bean tree, seemingly with a thousand words to say, yet unsure where to begin.

The Ten Directions Annihilation Sword and the Heavenly Dao Sword were placed on the ground, crossed, as if their masters were entwined in a tender embrace.

Song Xinci sighed, "Back then, Heaven was willing to destroy the Sword Forging Manor in order to destroy this sword. I never imagined that at the critical moment of life and death in the Three Realms, this sword that could kill Heaven... could also be a divine weapon that could kill things from beyond the heavens."

Her eyes gleamed with wonder. "Actually, the solution to this impasse has already appeared, but Heaven is too afraid of death and has abandoned it with its own hands."

Yun Yi chimed in, "The same goes for the Lord of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion. He wanted to stop the fate of the Three Realms from being destroyed, and he did everything he could to prevent the Heavenly Dao from merging with the Supreme Forgetfulness, but he didn't know that you were the key to changing the Heavenly Dao."

Song Xinci: "I did change the way of Heaven, but what made me change... is you."

When their feelings were at their peak, the two engaged in another round of intimate whispering and cuddling.

Yun Yi reached out and gently stroked his wife's lower abdomen, laughing, "I'm such a fool, I never even thought of that."

Song Xinci pinched her husband's cheek: "Hmm, he really is a bit silly."

She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke: "Speaking of which, I also have to thank Zhuozhuo and Nianyi for that bowl of 'many children, many blessings' soup."

Yun Yi recalled the absurdity of that night, "It seems that not everything in storybooks is false."

"Of course not. When you were a kid, you read stories and wanted to be a sword immortal. Now you've actually become a sword immortal, haven't you?"

"What kind of storybooks did you read when you were a kid? You didn't dream of becoming the Heavenly Emperor since you were little, did you?"

Song Xinci rolled her eyes at him, blushed, and said, "What I'm looking at is a young woman finding her ideal husband."

Yun Yi laughed heartily and said narcissistically, "Then your wish has come true."

Beneath the red bean tree, the two were deeply in love. Only the approaching extraterrestrial object seemed particularly obstructive.

Song Xinci asked, "Are you scared?"

Yun Yi replied, "As long as I can be with you, I will not be afraid."

"Regardless of life or death?"

"Life or death."

Yun Yi experienced three lifetimes of ups and downs. He cultivated himself into an immortal, Nangong Feitian left him a sword technique, and Wang Shenlai left him a peerless divine sword.

The three Immortal Realm experts together created the Yun Yi we know today, so why would he be afraid?
Song Xinci is in harmony with the Dao of Heaven and has comprehended the Three Thousand Great Daos. Why should she be afraid?
Each wielding a sword, the two figures soared into the sky, arriving directly outside the Three Realms in that vast void.

Facing the colossal whale that opened its massive maw, about to swallow the three realms whole, Yun Yi and Song Xinci exchanged a smile and joined hands to fight against the extraterrestrial creature!
……

The red beans on the tree bloom and wither, wither and grow again, in an endless cycle.

Two wild geese fly across the sky, and the seasons change again in the human world.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In Dong'an City, the proprietress who sells tofu pudding has many wrinkles on her face, but at this moment she is all smiles and humming a little tune.

The reason, of course, is that they have an extra young man to help them.

This man was fair-skinned and clean-cut; he didn't look like someone who was good at manual labor. Yet, he was quick and efficient, handling tasks like clearing tables and collecting and giving change with practiced skill.

It was Douzi who had come home to visit his mother.

As Dou Li packed, he asked his mother, "You really don't plan to come and live in the valley with me?"

Mother laughed and said, "You're so old, you can take care of yourself, why should I need to serve you?"

Dou Li smiled helplessly, thinking that his mother was all bark and no bite; she just didn't want to burden him or distract him from taking care of her.

He said, "Dong'an City is not peaceful. A sword-fighting tournament is going to be held. Not only have the Great Xia and Great Yan sent experts to compete, but even the sects on the mountain want to join in the fun."

Mother: "You're criticizing others for joining in the fun, aren't you one of them too?"

Dou Li: "I really only came back to see you."

This is not a lie; the current state of the Three Realms is vastly different from before, and it is truly an "era of great strife."

Dou Li was exceptionally talented, and as the first disciple of Song Xinci and Yun Yi, his cultivation progressed rapidly, reaching an enviable level.

On his recent trip, he first visited his grandmaster, Wang Shenlai, in the East Sea before returning to Dong'an City to help manage the tofu stall.

Dou Li was talking with his mother when two imposing experts suddenly appeared on the street; they were both sword cultivators...

Swordsman A said, "After traveling thousands of miles, I have finally found you."

Swordsman B said, "While you were looking for me, I was also looking for you."

"Words are useless; let's let the sword in our hand do the talking."

"That's exactly what I meant."

Dou Li thought to himself that ever since Master Yunyi ascended to immortality with his sword ten years ago, there have been many sword cultivators in the mortal world. They all boast of being romantic and speak in strange ways.

I don't know who he learned it from.

In the blink of an eye, the two were already fighting, and sword energy flew everywhere in the old street. The people around were obviously used to it, either watching the show or burying themselves in their work.

A sword aura suddenly swept across the tofu stall, slicing off a corner of an already dilapidated stool.

Dou Li frowned immediately.

An invisible force suddenly pushed both swordsmen A and B to the ground, and the two struggled to support themselves with their swords so that their faces wouldn't kiss the blue bricks beneath their feet.

"Who...who is this master?"

A pair of cloth shoes came into their view, and Dou Li said, "Pay up, three coins."

As the saying goes, even a hero can be brought down by a single penny. Both swordsmen were cultivators from a sect on the mountain, and neither of them would normally carry copper coins. Yet, they were now in a dilemma.

"Tsk." This gave Dou Li a bit of a headache.

At that moment, a hand suddenly handed over three coins. The man was wearing iron armor, carrying an iron bow, and accompanied by several constables.

Dou Li took the money and asked, "Who are you?"

The visitor replied, "Luo Tong."

Dou Li's eyes lit up immediately. "A martial arts contest to find a husband in Crescent Moon City?"

Luo Tong, sporting a full beard, asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"Yunyi is my master."

"I see." Luo Tong ordered the officers to seize the two "sword immortals" and send them to the relevant departments for proper education.

Dou Li's mother handed him a bowl of tofu pudding. Luo Tong took it, thanked her, and said while drinking, "Then you should know Ye Nianyi, right?"

"Sister Ye? She said she was going home to visit her family a while ago, what happened?"

"Sigh, she had a fight with her father and left in a fit of anger." Luo Tong wiped his mouth. "If you ask me, the city lord is just bored. Why doesn't he just stay in the capital and enjoy his life? Why does he have to arrange a marriage for his young lady?"

Dou Li couldn't help but laugh, "Arrange a marriage?"

Luo Tong said helplessly, "A Dao Integration Realm cultivator in her early twenties, who is still a Soul Cultivator, has not only been subduing demons and monsters over the years, but has also cleansed up a lot of evil spirits and heretics... Even if the City Lord makes it public, who would dare to marry her? Who is worthy of marrying her?"

"Sister Ye already has someone she likes."

"I know, everyone knows, it's just that he hasn't come back yet, sigh!"

Seeing Dou Li's nonchalant expression, Luo Tong asked curiously, "Aren't you worried about your master?"

Dou Li said carefree, "I believe him, and even if Second Master isn't capable enough, there's still First Master."

Who is your master?

"My teacher's surname is Song, and his given name is Xin Ci."

Luo Tong was speechless. The young couple's love was truly unbreakable; they even had to take on the same apprentice.

After finishing his tofu pudding, he said, "I'm leaving now. I still have errands to run. A lot of cultivators have come lately, making Dong'an City a mess. If I had known this would happen, I would have stayed in Crescent Moon City to keep my general company."

"By the way, if you see Miss Ye, remember to say a few words of advice, telling her that her father didn't cough up blood at all, he was just faking it, so don't worry." Dou Li smiled and said, "Okay."

After Luo Tong left, Dou Li's mother came over and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"If you have something to do, hurry up and leave. Don't waste your time here."

"Hey, I've only been back for a few days, why are you already kicking me out?"

"You'd better go out and find me a daughter-in-law as soon as possible, and when you come back next time, you'd better bring a baby with you."

Dou Li wished he could stuff two chicken feathers in his ears; well, his return was completely unnecessary.

Dong'an City is peaceful.

After Ye Nianyi parted on bad terms with her father, she went directly to Crescent Moon City and found Tie Hong to complain to him.

Time hasn't left any marks on General Tie's face, after all, he was bald to begin with and didn't have the trouble of baldness or hair loss.

After seeing her old friend, the former Little Leaf, now Fairy Leaf, went to the Flying Secret Realm in the desert.

What was once a secluded and ethereal place, rarely visited by humans, has now been transformed into a bustling and vibrant place.

The Peach Blossom Spring is still the same Peach Blossom Spring, only now it has many more monsters.

In addition to the original Monkey Boss, Zhi Lao Er, and Tuo Lao San, there is now a White Boss (Bai Ze), as well as a bunch of strange and unusual "things".

However, they all have a boss, which is naturally Nangong Zhuozhuo.

Nangong Zhuozhuo affectionately took Xiao Yezi's arm and said, "Look, this is the empire I have built for you."

These demonic beasts all wandered into the human world after the earth's veins trembled. They couldn't be sent back, and they all looked pitiful. So Nangong Zhuozhuo simply tricked Bai Ze into joining her and working together to make the "Flying Sky Gang" bigger and stronger.

Ye Nianyi and Nangong Zhuozhuo stood side by side. The two girls who were once inseparable have now grown up and become extremely beautiful.

One still prefers pink dresses, and the other still prefers green dresses.

The two immediately huddled together and whispered to each other upon meeting.

Nangong Zhuozhuo said, "I've done some quick calculations, and it seems like it's that time of year again?"

Ye Nianyi nodded: "Yes, it's been ten years."

"I wonder how Yunyi and Sister Song are doing. There's been no word from them at all."

"Since the Three Realms are intact, it means they will be fine."

Although Ye Nianyi said this, she was still very worried in her heart, but she just kept comforting herself and did not want to show it.

Nangong Zhuozhuo, however, was "broad-minded" and said, "Don't frown, I'll go back with you."

Ye Nianyi: "Hmph, who cares?"

She put on a stern face, but unfortunately, she couldn't hold it in for long before Zhuozhuo tickled her and made her laugh.

After the two women had laughed and joked around for a while, they set off for Burial Sword Valley.

Every year around this time, people gather at Burial Sword Valley, which is considered an unwritten rule.

The "rules" that belong only to him.

Nangong Zhuozhuo: "By the way, did you see Sister Su when you went back to Dong'an City to visit your relatives this time?"

Ye Nianyi: "No, but I saw that the old emperor was in good spirits and busy urging Su Rui on all day long. I guess Sister Su found it noisy, so she went to other places."

"Didn't Su Rui keep clamoring to have a child as soon as possible so that the child could inherit the Great Xia?"

"It's all Brother Yun's fault for giving such a bad idea. Su Rui got beaten up even worse because of it."

"Yun Yi has done a lot of harm."

"That's it."

Meanwhile, Su Qing traveled alone through the Nine Provinces. Over the years, he had visited countless places, traversing the Great Xia and Great Yan, and even made a trip to the Northern Wilderness.

She originally went out for a walk without any purpose, just to pass the time.

However, he later discovered that every time he went to a certain place, there would happen to be a village there suffering from a strange disease.

They wouldn't necessarily die directly from the illness, but the strange diseases they suffered from were truly "strange," such as men turning into women, old people growing black hair, or blind people suddenly opening their eyes... yet being able to see ghosts, or mute people suddenly speaking... but not in human language.

Without even a second thought, it must be Lan Zhenxin causing trouble.

As it turns out, these two people happened to pass by the same places, perhaps because they were of the same mind.

So one person caused the destruction, and the other cleaned up the mess.

That day, Lan Zhenxin hid under a tree and played the jade flute, and Su Qing responded with the purple bamboo flute.

After the song ended, both of them were somewhat saddened. The last time they played the flute and xiao together was when they were boating on the East China Sea. Although neither of them said it out loud, they were playing the same tune for the same person.

Lan Zhenxin said dejectedly, "What a heartless person."

Su Qing knew she was referring to Yun Yi, but she still couldn't help asking, "Do you have one?"

Lan Zhenxin retorted, "Not as big as yours."

Su Qing was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh, her body trembling with laughter.

Lan Zhenxin became increasingly angry the more she looked at it.

After a long time, the two finally calmed down and got up together to head towards Burial Valley of Swords. Although they were silent, they understood each other perfectly.

However, the Demonic Sect has now changed its usual ways, and the righteous path is the one that is least able to adapt to it.

I'm used to talking about eliminating evil and protecting the righteous path, but now that I have no goal, I feel uncomfortable everywhere.

Boyue and Lianxin entered the Dao Integration Realm one after the other. Afterwards, Daocheng and his wife, Qutongren, immediately passed on the position of sect leader to their beloved disciple and went to travel in the mortal world together.

Ten years is just a blink of an eye for cultivators, but looking back, one can't help but feel that a lot has changed.

The young monk Bujie of Fusheng Temple has grown up. He even traveled with Dou Li a while ago, but now he is being pestered by a fairy from the Hehuan Sect, which is quite frustrating.

The reason she is called a fairy rather than a demoness is because she is the disciple of Zhuque and a distinguished successor of the Hehuan Sect.

Even if we don't respect the monks, we should still respect the Buddha. Besides, the Hehuan Sect has changed its ways and now there's nothing for people to criticize.

It's just that she's wearing too little clothing, who cares?
The two old brothers rarely met, and they got together to complain about how difficult it was to manage such a large sect.

Boyue: "I wonder what the outer heavens look like. Yunyi hasn't returned for so long, could something have happened to him?"

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Boyo: "Look at my loose tongue, sigh, I'm just a little worried about him."

He thought Lianxin would scold him, but to his surprise, the usually harsh Lianxin changed her usual behavior.

He said slowly, "The other day, Master Lu cast a divination and gave me eight big characters."

"What word?"

"We found a way out of a desperate situation and returned with old friends."

The word "回" is very comforting.

Boyue exclaimed in surprise, "It's almost exactly what Elder Qingwei said."

Lianxin said softly, "If it weren't for these eight words, I would have slapped you already."

"We are, after all, the leader of a sect. Shouldn't you give us some face?"

"To slap you behind the backs of all your disciples, isn't that giving you face?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Boyue quickly changed the subject: "What has Master Lu been busy with lately?"

Lianxin replied, "Divination, once a day."

As for what was being calculated, Boyo didn't ask, as it seemed superfluous.

At this very moment, in the Tian Shu Academy, Lu Ziwei cast another divination, and the result remained the same.

For ten years, more than 3,600 days, she did this every single day without fail.

And every time she received a divination, it was "a miraculous escape from a desperate situation, and the return of old friends."

Lu Ziwei initially had some doubts, wondering if she was not skilled enough and her calculations were inaccurate, otherwise why had he not returned for so long?
Later, she discovered that the divination result was exactly the same, which put her at ease, indicating that her calculation was correct.

However, she immediately became anxious, fearing that the divination results might have changed.

Qiu Haoran saw this scene and was very annoyed with Yun Yi.

Brat, even if you are the successor of Wang Shenlai, have some connection with Nangong Feitian, and are even more connected with that Overturning Heaven Pavilion Master... never mind.

Sometimes, swallowing your anger is the only option.

Just then, I saw Lu Ziwei looking like she was about to go on a long trip.

The old scholar quickly stopped him, asking, "Where are you going?"

Lu Ziwei glanced at her master and said, "Go out."

"Of course I know you're going out~ I mean, where are you going?"

"Just taking a walk." After saying that, Lu Ziwei left, and Qiu Haoran let out a sigh.

He was filled with grievances, but unfortunately, he had no one to confide in.

If Zhang Guo were still alive, the Old Celestial Master would surely understand his feelings.

Jiang Miaojin, from the Righteous Qi Sect, suddenly noticed that the Hu Bugui in the garden had bloomed again.

Overjoyed, she quickly picked out some exotic flowers and herbs, intending to send them to the Valley of Burial Swords.

Every year she would send a batch, but little did she know that this action was seen by many people, who interpreted it as a sign that the Righteous Qi Sect and the Burial Sword Valley were closely connected, and that the righteous and demonic paths would be more peaceful from then on.

Before leaving, she offered incense to the Celestial Master and bowed respectfully three times. Although their master-disciple relationship was very short, she was extremely grateful to the Celestial Master.

After offering incense, Jiang Miaojin ran into Zhong Wanxin, who was rushing over.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Wanxin let out a burp.

Jiang Miaojin suddenly realized and frowned, saying, "You're pregnant, how could you still be secretly drinking?!"

Zhong Wanxin said with a wronged expression, "I've cultivated for so many years, not to quit drinking."

"Is 'Master Feng' angry?"

"It just so happens that Yuan Duoqing and Chu Qiaoqiao came over today and kept pestering him to arrange a marriage between their children. And today also happens to be Yun Yi's day... Sigh, Feng Mo is a bit annoyed."

Jiang Miaojin immediately understood and laughed, "Then you can hide here, but remember not to drink it secretly."

After saying that, she flew away from the Righteous Qi Sect and soon arrived at the Burial Sword Valley.

Now, after a major overhaul, the Demonic Sect has moved all of its members from the Burial Sword Valley to the former Heavenly Crippled Sect, with the old sect leader Qiu Feng in charge. This is a case of the capable being given more work; those who want to rest and retire are out of the question.

The original Paradise Gate has become the Joyful Union Sect, which is managed by Xiu Niang and Hong Ling. Over the years, they have taken in many women with tragic backgrounds.

Only the Vermilion Bird remained in the Valley of Burial Swords.

She looked much the same as before, still smiling, but a hint of worry was hard to hide beneath her smile.

The woman, who was originally dressed in flowing red and was full of quirky charm, now seemed preoccupied. When she was alone, her eyes shone with a strange light, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Occasionally, he would let out a silly laugh or two, which would then fade and turn into a worried expression.

That day, she was bored and had no interest in cultivating, so she simply stayed in the council hall embroidering clothes.

Anyway, the disciples had long been sent to other places, and now only Zhuque was left in Burial Sword Valley. She would occasionally rest her chin on her hand, look at the sky, and mutter a few words.

In the first year, she sewed a set of clothes for Yunyi.

The following year, she sewed a dress for her mistress.

The third year, the fourth year... now it's the tenth year.

Today she accidentally pricked her finger and became absent-minded, with a premonition that something big was about to happen.

Forget it, I've had similar premonitions countless times over the years, and every single one of them turned out to be false alarms.

Zhuque silently cursed Yun Yi in her heart, sucking on her bleeding fingertip.

At this moment, streaks of light flew into Burial Sword Valley one after another; they were all acquaintances.

Some acquaintances who used to be "an eyesore" now seem much more pleasing to the eye.

After all, they are all waiting for the same person to return, so they can be considered to be in the same boat.

As soon as Nangong Zhuozhuo and Ye Nianyi met, they started chattering away with Zhuque.

Lan Zhenxin took out a plump Gu worm, which Su Qing examined carefully in her palm.

Lu Ziwei was in a quiet corner flipping through the books in the Burial Sword Valley, while Jiang Miaojin was busy tending to the neglected flowers and plants...

A beautiful woman, a picture of harmony.

……

"Dingling bell~"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, causing the wind chimes under the eaves to tinkle.
The sky-blue color is like that of a brand-new porcelain vase.
Two figures dressed in snow appeared amidst the clouds.

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