I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The tail end of the 407 Year of the Treasure, hehe

“No.” A glimmer of wisdom appeared in Li Lin’s dead fish eyes. “I meant the process of accompanying him.”

"To develop into an old married couple, it means we have to go through a long process of companionship—most cases of love at first sight are labeled as romantic lust."

"Wow, Lang, how come you've suddenly become so philosophical?" Nian exclaimed, then suddenly broke into a smile, looked up at the setting sun in the sky, and gradually let his gaze wander into the distance as he fell into reminiscence.

"Probably a combination of both," Nian smiled. "Didn't you notice that I'm not surprised at all by Mansu's existence?"

“I’ve found it.” Li Lin, always eager to argue, retorted sharply, “You mean flint?”

The Originium that is scattered across Terra, and even the natural disasters, are essentially remnants of the ancient god Flint, the remains of the shattered body of the Sun Forge; therefore, the essence of Oripathy is to irreversibly cause infected individuals to evolve in the same way as Flint.

Even though this ancient god named Flint has been torn to pieces by the Day Forge, his influence still lingers over the land of Terra.

Therefore, Originium is not something without consciousness; it still has its own consciousness. Previously, the Sarkaz were the race closest to the essence of Originium.

Li Lin would eventually have to return to Terra. He inherited the name of the ancient god Flint and bore His destiny, so he also took on this responsibility.

“That’s another matter,” Nian shook his head. “More importantly…”

A hint of heaviness flickered across her purple eyes for no apparent reason as she continued, "More importantly, I have never given up the struggle—I remember telling you about my brothers and sisters."

"Hmm, well, ah."

Li Lin stroked his chin thoughtfully, feigning deep thought, "I'm gradually beginning to understand everything."

It's obvious at a glance that he has completely forgotten about these things.

“We are all part of the year, the oldest of all living things in Terra.”

Nian smiled and sighed, his eyes filled with unspeakable weariness: "He is our parent, and also the greater 'me.' Once he wakes up, we will all cease to exist."

“At this point, immortality is no longer immortality, but a long period of torment. Apart from the first thousand years, I have been thinking about how to deal with the ‘year’.”

Nian pointed to the top of his head: "Can you imagine that scene? When you look up, you can see a sharp sword hanging over your head... My sister has been driven almost crazy. She sits in her painting for a hundred years, afraid to sleep, for fear that if she closes her eyes she will fall into Nian's nightmare and never wake up again."

“I’m a little better off than her, but not by much. Our time is almost up, almost within reach.”

“Under these circumstances, you appeared, carrying an aura that doesn’t belong to this world.” Nian bit her finger. “No matter how powerful Sui is, how could she possibly go to another world and drag me back?”

"The Lateran religion always mentions arks. They say the earth is round, like an ark adrift in the universe, but for me, you are my ark."

There is no love or hate without a reason.

“I thought about setting off a huge explosion. I once swore to teach Sui a lesson... even if I ceased to exist afterward.”

He bent his arm, clasped his hands together, and pressed them against his forehead: "Among my brothers and sisters, some have lost the will to live, while others have grown increasingly passionate. Which one do you think I am?"

“You’re the kind of person who doesn’t really care,” Li Lin said.

"That hits the nail on the head." Nian smiled.

She knew she wasn't the kind of person who was devoid of joy and only sought emptiness, but she wasn't as passionate as she appeared, because she knew very well that when she woke up, she and all the traces she left behind would vanish like a gust of wind.

Such a magnificent sight, such a bustling world, such a grand civilization—all will cease to exist.

So she can be friends with everyone, but rarely opens her heart to anyone.

She moves through every place like the wind.

The reason she loves spicy hot pot is that when the spiciness dances on her tongue, it makes her feel alive.

It is precisely because she is aware of this that she loves all those who want to live and seeks practical work.

“Normally, I wouldn’t care about the suffering of mortals.” There was a hint of melancholy in Nian’s voice. “But you are different.”

Have you ever really thought about what you... are?

"We're close friends, so why are you suddenly swearing at me?" Li Lin said unhappily. "You're such a weirdo."

"Bullshit, I'm very open-minded."

After an instinctive banter, Nian waved her hand, both amused and exasperated: "I wasn't joking with you—anyway, after seeing you, I suddenly realized that my problems don't matter anymore."

“Over the long years, even immortal beings will feel lonely... If there were people who understand each other, that would be wonderful.” Nian held Li Lin’s hand. “Eat whatever you want to eat. There’s still a long way to go.”

Although she had been alone for thousands of years before, she would not be alone in the years to come, as someone would accompany her to take care of the starry sky.

Whether it's love at first sight or a lifetime of companionship, it all begins with mutual understanding.

"I think I understand." Li Lin reached out and took the crowbar from its handle, handing it to Nian. "You want this?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really ruining the mood?" Nian's eyebrows twitched a few times.

I don't know if it's because absence makes the heart grow fonder, but Li Lin is even more annoying than usual today.

"Hey, I can't hit you!" Li Lin dodged Nian's raised hand and scrambled several steps like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins.

Nian, carrying a crowbar, looked at Li Lin's disheveled appearance and suddenly burst into laughter.

Li Lin looked bewildered, not knowing what he had done that made Nian laugh.

"Ahem." Nian cleared his throat, put the hand holding the crowbar behind his back, and pretended to extend his hand to Li Lin, who was lying on the ground. "So, Mr. Abraham Li Lin, my apprentice, would you like to spend some more pleasant time with your mentor?"

Li Lin, holding Nian's hand, frowned as he got up from the ground: "I thought you would suddenly let go and make me fall."

"You're really judging others by your own petty standards. Do you think everyone is as malicious as you?" Nian casually tucked the crowbar into his sleeve.

“That’s mine.” Li Lin glanced at it sideways.

"Does it respond when you call it?" Nian glared back defiantly.

Li Lin decided to go back and carve his name on the crowbar handle.

"Let's go, the first stop of our tour around Britain is about to begin." Nian laughed triumphantly, having won back a point, while mischievously nudging Li Lin with his shoulder, "Hurry up, hurry up, I want to try what British food tastes like."

Li Lin stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, his eyes gradually filled with disbelief.

"Uh?" Nian's eyes darted around guiltily. "I didn't carry that much weight, did I?"

"No, I didn't. I just lost my balance."

The petty-minded Li Lin said he was fine, then came to Nian's side and suddenly reached out and pinched the base of Nian's tail.

"Alas!"

Nian's body trembled, and his tail on his back suddenly straightened.

Hehehehehehe—

Having successfully exacted his revenge, Li Lin turned tail and ran.

408 Princess Diana is waiting for you.

After being thoroughly harassed, Mr. Li was towed back to London.

A tense atmosphere pervaded London, as if something was brewing.

"It's one of the most prosperous cities of this era, after all." With her hands behind her head, Long Niang, who had just reprimanded Li Lin, looked smug and commented on the chaos in London, "It looks like it's been ravaged by a hurricane."

“It’s also possible that the Queen is dead,” Li Lin said casually.

"Why are you suddenly saying that?" Nian looked at him in surprise, then grabbed a passerby who was hurrying by. "What happened?"

The man, wearing a coat and looking sorrowful, looked Nian up and down, his gaze lingering briefly on the red horns on her head. Finally, his grief overwhelmed his desire to complain: "...Just now, Her Majesty the Queen passed away."

Nian blinked and let go of his hand, indicating that he should go do whatever he was supposed to do.

Back at Li Lin's side, Nian, looking like he'd seen a ghost, said to Li Lin, "You were right."

"Huh?" Li Lin said in surprise, "Really dead? Now I have reason to suspect that Gorbachev couldn't beat Stalin, so he started calling for reinforcements."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Lin stretched out his fingers and did some calculations. His face showed surprise as he muttered to himself, "The Prime Minister's seventh day after his death is Crazy Thursday, and the Queen's seventh day after her death is also Crazy Thursday?! Could this be a conspiracy by KFC?"

"Hey." Nian patted Li Lin on the shoulder, his thumb sweeping over the angry stares of the pedestrians around them. "It's true that it's a good joke, but if this continues, we risk being ganged up on."

As if waking from a dream, Li Lin coughed lightly, took a step forward, and faced the people who were suppressing their anger, gesturing for them to watch his performance.

"Okay, everyone, turn your eyes to me, I have something to announce."

After attracting the attention of others, Li Lin began his impromptu street speech: "Our beloved Queen Elizabeth, during her reign the Commonwealth was glorious because she promised that as long as she lived, she would not stand by and watch her people suffer from cold and hunger."

"So, anticipating the lack of heating in European winters, the Queen left you first and went to heaven."

"But you don't need to worry, the Queen's journey to heaven is not peaceful, because Princess Diana is waiting for her by the roadside."

“I know you’re angry, but don’t rush.” Li Lin held out his hand to stop the people rushing forward. “Because there are only two days left until 9/11, you can celebrate with the Americans.”

Before he finished speaking, Li Lin turned and ran.

Seeing that things were not going well, Nian had already set off when Li Lin said his last words.

In less than a second, Li Lin had already rushed to the outer edge of the crowd. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, he puffed out his cheeks, filled his mouth with saliva, and sprayed it like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, causing ghosts and gods to flee in terror wherever he went.

"Hahahaha, oh my god, hehehehehe."

Taking this opportunity, Li Lin also broke through the crowd, like a dragon entering the sea. He even tripped on the roadside railing because of his speed, but got up and disappeared in an instant.

"Being too famous is a kind of trouble."

Having escaped their confinement, Li Lin and Nian reunited two blocks away, and Li Lin, full of pride, pointed and gestured at the Englishmen who looked as if they had lost their parents.

"I never expected to meet you two under these circumstances."