I am a living immortal.

The prosperity of martial arts requires time to consider.

The investment is countless, but in terms of results, these investments are actually not worth mentioning.

The affairs of the underworld are left to the underworld. However, the prince could no longer care about so many things. He took a step back and used the underworld's methods to solve the underworld's affairs.

In fact, the ending has already been predetermined.

This prince's strength had already surpassed those of the three Grandmasters. Everyone knew this. However, despite this knowledge, it wasn't resigned to the fact that no one wanted to lose. This was why everyone insisted on fighting even though they knew the outcome.

While combat may be crude and simplistic, it's also the fairest of all. Losing is losing, no excuses. The weak have no right to appeal; only the strong can write the rules. This is the unchanging rule of the Jianghu.

In fact, the three great masters also felt sorry for the departure of Old Goat.

Many people have said that the old goat is afraid, but the three great masters know that this is not the case. The real reason may be that it is boring.

I don’t know why such a thought came up, but it appeared in everyone’s mind, which is very inexplicable.

In fact, this may be the influence of the prince. Because the prince imagined it this way, he consciously or unconsciously elevated the image of the old goat.

Of course, the incident had already happened, and no one was interested in whether it was true or not. Relying on outsiders was not in their nature.

.........

The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is better than that in the north. It is damp and cold and uncomfortable, but it will not kill people.

But the arrival of winter is still unstoppable.

In Su Mu's yard, life had completely withered, and everything was mired in the dead silence of winter. The world Su Mu had created had now cooled, awaiting the final test of winter.

Snowflakes fell in the yard.

Life falls and decays, mixing into the mud and becoming nutrients.

Waiting for the rebirth of the next year. It's the transition from winter to spring, the cycle from life to death. The world will achieve perfection in this cycle, and then transform from perfection into imperfection. This is growth and expectation, a cycle that repeats itself.

From perfect to imperfect, from imperfect to perfect.

This is the world, making the world.

The meaning of winter is to fill that imperfection so that the world can continue to grow and become stronger.

Su Mu awoke from the winter. The world that had enveloped the courtyard began to shrink back into his body. This time, the true transformation began.

The deadly will of winter completely enveloped Su Mu. He would be nurtured in the chaotic silence, waiting for the call of spring to truly create the world. Then he would enter a new stage.

Only by experiencing death can we truly understand the desire for life.

Su Mu's body had become decrepit, her gray hair dry and lusterless, her bodily functions completely shut down. She curled up in a ball, drifting in the dead silence, without a sound, without a trace of life. Desolate, desolate, everything had returned to nothingness, to chaos and death.

The body rots and stinks, and the flesh and bones are separated as if it is degrading.

Su Mu was no longer a floating immortal, but a dead man buried in a grave. He could be said to be truly dead, his soul drifting to an unknown place, his life force completely gone, his mind frozen at the moment of death.

But this is somewhat different from real death.

He could come back to life, and come back to life once more when spring came. The one who would come back to life then would be the transformed Su Mu, a more powerful Su Mu.

almost.

Meanwhile, the old goat's confrontation with Yujiang had been going on for a long time. The old goat underestimated himself and overestimated Yujiang.

"I thought you were very powerful. It was really a false alarm." The old goat breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, it wasn't that the old goat was powerful. Winter was supposed to be Yujiang's most powerful time.

But this winter was different. Su Mu had plundered most of the winter spirit, which weakened Yujiang's ability to exert power.

Yujiang on the opposite side did not speak. He looked through the space in the direction of Su Mu: "Now I understand why you came out one after another. So this is what happened. Aren't you afraid that something might happen to him? Such a bold attempt."

"I'm not afraid. Su Mu is not so ignorant as to be incapable of such a measure, and we are not so helpless as to stop a disabled you. This is called trust, unconditional trust between both parties. You... don't understand."

The old goat spoke to Yujiang in a didactic tone.

"Trust?" Yujiang repeated the word said by the old goat.

This time, the old goat's prediction had come true. Yujiang didn't know what trust was; it was a very unfamiliar word. The innate gods were born in opposition, the embodiment of the laws of heaven and earth, mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, loving and hating each other. There had never been any trust, only cooperation based on interests and opposition based on rules.

And now the example of trust appeared before him.

Whether it is the goat in front of him that controls the spring, or the mirage dragon that seems nonchalant but wraps Su Mu in layer upon layer of clouds and mist, they are all connections beyond interests.

"Can this be considered trust?" Yujiang asked.

"You can't understand it that way, but I don't think you can understand it. Just think of it as a relationship of interest."

"That's true. What if I insist on destroying it?" Yujiang smiled playfully. Although that person had plundered most of the winter, he was still the master of winter.

“You can try it.”

The old goat put away his smile, he knew that the real critical moment had come.

The warm sunlight behind the old goat grew fainter due to the changing world, while the cold moon across from him grew even colder. Plague brought death, and death was synonymous with eternal silence.

"Welcome to the moment of annihilation." Yujiang opened his arms, his skin gradually turning to gray dust. The sound of the surging waves grew louder and louder in the old goat's ears, and the whistling wind sounded like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a snake.

He looked up and saw Yujiang had revealed himself. This time, unlike the shadow he had encountered the last time, he was now extremely clear.

He is the god of the sea, the god of wind, and the god of winter.

That massive figure surged forth with divine power. It had a human face and a bird's body, a two-headed dragon at its feet, and behind it leaned the cold moon. A wind of plague surrounded it. This figure was similar to the one Su Mu had encountered earlier, yet something was different. Perhaps it was incomplete, perhaps it was stronger. This figure was clearer, more complete, more fitting, and stronger.

"Boy, if it weren't for your space, I wouldn't dare to fight like this. You deserve to be proud." Yujiang smiled and raised his hand, or perhaps his wings.

There was a loud sound of breaking in the surrounding space.

With a "click" sound, the wall built by spring was instantly shattered.