The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Li Changxiao did not turn the tide, he just beat the old man who was scheming against the world back to his original form and threw the man-eating beast back into the sea. In this way, the world, which had been turbulent for a long time, returned to its former peace.

Without any suppression, the martial arts and the Tianji Dao flourished again, and within a few decades, they regained their former glory. Later, a war broke out among the tribes, and after this war, the previous strict hierarchy was naturally broken down.

The so-called equality can only be achieved through the tempering of blood and fire. During the whole process, Li Changxiao did not intervene. In other words, from beginning to end, he only dealt with the old man Tiansuan.

He didn't know what the world was going to do. Time was constantly changing. Li Changxiao came back this time, nostalgic for the scenery of his hometown. Even if there were many new and strange things in the endless sea, they could not compare to an old sapling or a small mountain in his hometown.

Li Changxiao had the world in his heart, and then he had no world in his heart, and he was free and easy. On this day, at the invitation of Zhou Shenxiao and Luo Wunan, Li Changxiao went to Yaoguang Tianxia.

Considering their past friendship, it was not a big deal to let Tsar Tianzong be trapped like this. The three of them joined forces to remove Tsar Tian's seal. It was called a joint effort, but in fact, it was just a wave of Li Changxiao's hand.

After Shahuangtian escaped, he was determined to kill Luotian and Mitian. She was furious and ashamed. How could she have endured such humiliation? However, after mediation by many parties, they finally chose peace and did not fight.

It was just that Shahuangtian, Luotian and Mitian could no longer reconcile. Luotian and Mitian each led their respective branches, left Yaoguang, and started their own way.

Just like this, the world is in a state of rare peace. The fireworks are curling, and the world is peaceful and tranquil. After a few years, Luo Wunan wants to wander in the Endless Sea, so she writes a letter to invite Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao refused. Luo Wunan had expected this, and after a few years, she went to the sea alone, but she didn't know what she was planning, and she didn't even ask Li Changxiao's opinion, and entrusted her niece and nephew to Li Changxiao, and became his wine-carrying boy.

Li Changxiao didn't care. He just didn't like being served by others. So when the wine-carrying boy and girl came to him, they became his friends who played together.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. The wine-carrying boy had been away for too long and left.

Li Changxiao saw a very interesting scene. Nowadays, there are many dynasties in the world, and both the Way of Heaven and the Way of Martial Arts are equally important. Every year, there are disputes in the martial arts world, which are magnificent.

His Qingping sword, after several generations, became the token of the so-called "Master of the Martial World". It is the best sword in the world.

It is said that the "sword holder" commands the world. It is said to be very realistic. Any powerful warrior who holds the Qingping Sword will definitely increase his strength several times.

It is said to be a peerless sword. Any other sword in the world must bow its head when seeing it.

Li Changxiao saw that the disputes in the martial arts world were no less exciting than the battles among the immortals. He could not help but sigh that heroes died and were born every year in this world.

Time flies by in the blink of an eye.

The spiritual energy has been exhausted for ten thousand years. Even the cultivators of the Void Refining Realm have left one after another. This year, when the last cultivator of the Void Refining Realm in Kunlun passed away, a feast was prepared.

But most of the invited guests were unable to show up. The Kunlun Three Wonders, Ji Zun and others attended the banquet. They toasted each other and sighed again and again. The endless sorrow and loneliness were really hard to describe.

Li Changxiao watched from afar.

Liuyu, Yaoguang, Shanhai, etc., seeing that almost all the human cultivators were dead, with only the combined cultivators left, could not help but feel grief for the rabbit's death. Their previous desire to compete for supremacy and gain faded.

Although these people have a longer lifespan than humans, they can't resist the passage of time.

Over the next two thousand years, they passed away one after another. Before they died, some stared blankly at the sky, their eyes vaguely visible, but they could only take their last breath. These reclusive practitioners died in silence.

This year, there is no more Lianxu in the world.

How many fusions are there in the world? Even if the six worlds are added together, there are only dozens of people. Zhou Shenxiao held a mourning meeting to gather the fusion and Mahayana monks. They talked together and relieved their sorrows. After all, if you keep it in your heart, it is easy to breed inner demons.

At the funeral, there were fine wines and delicious jades. But they tasted bland and unappetizing. Everyone looked at each other in silence, and after a hasty gathering, they went their separate ways. Each went back to his own mountaintop, and lived his own life.

Heroes come and go, and there are always many familiar or similar faces.

In the blink of an eye, another ten thousand years have passed.

Fang Hou, one of the Three Wonders of Kunlun, has reached the end of his life. Tong Musheng, the only Mahayana monk in Kunlun, has been severely injured and his life span is only equivalent to that of a combined body. When she saw Fang Hou pass away, she thought that she would not live long either.

She brought her own coffin and hid it in Daozang Divine Peak. From then on, no one saw her come out again.

When I achieved the Mahayana position, the world was shaken, people from all directions came to congratulate me, and the mysterious thunder helped me to gain power. The day of my death was plain and unnoticed, no one knew about it.

At this point, even if they merged, they were already stretched to the limit. They had used every possible means they could. They had already found what they could find.

Li Changxiao has traveled to many places. He has seen many combined masters build tombs for themselves. They all knew their own death dates. Luo Wunan went to wander in the endless sea alone, wandering around aimlessly, but found it boring and returned early.

When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Whenever a fusion strongman died of old age, Zhou Shenxiao, Luo Wunan, Shahuangtian and others would come together to see him off. They would share some heartfelt words with him. Finally, they would say, "Farewell, fellow Daoist."

The combination is also completed.

Looking around, only a few Mahayana monks were still alive. The Mahayana monks looked at the empty world and all of them had an indescribable feeling. Sometimes, a long time would pass between closing their eyes and opening them again, and a hundred years or a thousand years would pass.

When the spiritual energy was just exhausted, all the grudges, hatreds, loves and hates, and shortcomings of each family burst out at the same time. It was so lively.

That group, one day is one day. The time is very long. Now that the monks have died, the Mahayana have returned to the past, when they practiced hard and the light and shadow passed by like shuttles.

But...different from before, there may be a few more strands of white hair when I open and close my eyes.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

This year, the Tsar's Heaven had also reached the end of its life. She was sealed and plotted against by the old man Tiansuan, so she could not hold on any longer. On the day of her death, she did not see anyone. But she left a sentence to curse Luo Wunan as a "bitch".

No one knows where this groundless complaint comes from.

This Mahayana's life span could be even longer. Unfortunately, the old man Jing Tiansuan caused a lot of harm to all parties. It greatly shortened his life span and damaged his cultivation.

After Tsar Tian, ​​it was Zhou Shenxiao and Wang Wuqi...these two Mahayana masters also failed to see the dawn of hope. Wang Wuqi had a very long life span, but he was burdened by the old man Tiansuan, and his wisdom was worn out, and he turned into a Lingshan stone.

Luo Tian, ​​Mi Tian... are not much different. Luo Wu Nan has a much longer lifespan than them because he has been replenished with spiritual energy.

Luo Wunan often invited Li Changxiao to drink. She said that in the world, only the two of them could be her companions. She had never thought that Mahayana would die of old age, and see friends and enemies passing away one by one. She felt that this person who would never pass away was the one she was most attached to.

Another Mahayana Fengxiasheng from the mountains and seas also retreated to his true form and turned back into a blade of grass, growing quietly at the foot of a mountain.

Li Changxiao stretched out his hand and grasped it. He had never felt that time passed so quickly. He seemed to see invisible wear and tear, eroding everything in the world.