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After many hardships, Haochen finally inherited the throne of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and was honored and radiant. At the same time, Yehua also successfully survived the catastrophe. His strong will and unremitting efforts allowed him to break through the bottleneck, achieve the body of a god, and even be named the King of Hell, respected by all.

Donghua and Jiaojiao chose to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and return to the mysterious and peaceful Bi Hai Cang Ling, isolated from the world. There, they built a small and warm wooden house with their own hands. In the morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the lush branches and leaves and sprinkles on their bed. Donghua will gently push Jiaojiao's hair away from her forehead, looking at her sleepy appearance, with a doting smile on his lips.

They often walked hand in hand on the mountain trails, with soft green grass under their feet and colorful wild flowers around them. Jiaojiao would happily pick those beautiful flowers, weave them into beautiful wreaths, and put them on Donghua's head, which made Donghua laugh. Sometimes, they would sit by the stream, listening to the gurgling sound of the water. Donghua would tell Jiaojiao stories of past battles, and Jiaojiao would lean on his shoulder, her eyes full of admiration and love.

In the afternoon, the sun was warm and lazy. Donghua would practice magic in the open space in front of the wooden house, while Jiaojiao would embroider quietly beside her, occasionally looking up at Donghua, her eyes full of tenderness and peace of mind.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky orange-red. They sat side by side on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds change in the sky, enjoying this quiet and beautiful moment. At night, under the stars, they slept in each other's arms, feeling endless warmth and peace in each other's arms.

After Haochen took the throne of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, he led the three realms to prosperity with his wisdom and justice. His decisions were wise and decisive, and he worked for the well-being of all living beings, and was deeply respected by all walks of life.

As the King of Hell, Ye Hua fulfills his duties and protects the order and balance of the underworld. His majesty and mercy coexist, making the creatures of the underworld both awed and loved.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, there is a quiet and mysterious phoenix tree forest. Zheyan and Yaoguang, the two immortal lovers, live in seclusion here, seeking inner peace and tranquility.

The sycamore forest is picturesque all year round. In spring, the pink and white tung flowers bloom like snow, and the breeze blows, and the petals flutter down, just like a dream. Zheyan and Yaoguang would stroll in this rain of flowers, feeling the caress of the spring breeze and listening to the birds singing. Zheyan would pick the most beautiful flowers, weave a wreath for Yaoguang, and put it on her head. Yaoguang's smile was as bright as the warm spring sun.

In summer, the sycamore forest was lush and green, casting a cool shade. They often sat side by side under the tree, reading an ancient book together, or exchanging their experiences in cultivation. Occasionally, Zheyan would take out his Fuxiqin and play a song of Feng Qiu Huang. The beautiful notes echoed in the forest, as if they could blend into the sounds of nature. Yaoguang would dance to the sound of the flute, her figure light and graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth.

In autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees gradually turn yellow, and the golden wind blows, and the leaves fall. They will collect the falling leaves together and make them into exquisite bookmarks to record each other's feelings and the traces of time. In the evening, they will sit on the hillside, looking at the gorgeous sunset in the sky, feeling the depth and tranquility of autumn.

In the cold winter, snowflakes fell one after another, covering the sycamore forest with a layer of pure white silver. Zheyan and Yaoguang would sit around the stove in the warm wooden house, brewing tea, and the aroma of tea warmed the whole room. They recalled the past, looked forward to the beauty of the future, smiled at each other, and their eyes were full of affection and satisfaction.

In this sycamore forest, Zheyan and Yaoguang are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Their love is like this forest, quiet and deep, tenacious and lasting. They live with nature and depend on each other, leading a peaceful life and writing their own romantic chapter.

As time goes by, the years are peaceful. In their respective fields, they write their own legends, becoming eternal stories in the fairyland.