There's something wrong with my master.

Many years ago, there was a snowstorm here, but until now, the snow on the ground has never melted.

Whenever clouds pass by in the sky and snowflakes fall, the snow on the ground becomes thicker than before.

Some of the survivors built snow houses, while others dug snow nests.

Except for those who have cultivation to protect themselves, most of the other living people are already very weak and very old.

Such a desolate place directly cuts off the desire of living beings to reproduce.

Even if someone really got pregnant and gave birth, the baby would not be able to survive in this ice and snow.

Most of the survivors were wearing animal skins that they had obtained from unknown sources.

Their lips were dry and pale, their exposed faces were covered with severe frostbite, their eyes were numb, and they looked like the walking dead.

Suddenly, the pole shook and a cold current rushed towards the survivors.

"Oh… my… God!"

“Hahahahahaha…die…die…I’ve lived enough.”

"Un...taken off..."

"Last night...last night I found a frozen rabbit. It still has some meaty flavor when boiled. Oh, I should have eaten it sparingly."

This group of survivors are at least middle-aged, and the oldest have gray hair.

Some of them opened their arms.

Some simply took off all their clothes, hoping to face death as quickly as possible.

When they looked back on their past lives, they could not find many things that could be called happy.

I have been fighting against heaven and earth all my life, living as if just for the sake of living.

According to a monk who passed by, the people behind the blue curtain no longer cared about them.

They can leave when they want to, and stay when they want to.

All the monks with high levels of cultivation have withdrawn.

The surviving mortals contributed the food they had accumulated for a long time but had been reluctant to eat, allowing a middle-aged couple who were not too old to embark on their journey of migration to the south.

Now it seems that the middle-aged couple may not be able to get out.

The cold current passed by, freezing the numb faces. In this last moment of their lives, most of them had expressions of relief.

Until the last bit of consciousness floated into the air, eyes looking down at the place that had trapped them for half their lives.

The resentment accumulated in the heart suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.

……

……

"Fuer, you have to be happy all your life, okay?"

"If he dares to bully you, I will chop that brat to death with one blow!"

Wang Langya spoke with a ferocious expression, his fists clenched tightly, and he banged the table loudly as he spoke.

Wang Langya once had a name called Langya Tian. He was the lord of Langya City and a glorious monk who had transcended tribulation.

However, now he is just a useless person who can never practice cultivation for the rest of his life.

He carried his memories with him, sinking through reincarnation after reincarnation.

His former lover has been entangled with him in every lifetime, but no matter how many times he reincarnates, Fu'er is always his sister.

According to calculations, this should be Wang Fuer's last reincarnation.

Her true spirit was already fragile, and it was a miracle that she could hold on until now.

Almost since she was born, she has been suffering from illness.

In this life, she was a mute and was born very thin. The doctor said that she would not live past the age of twenty.

But even in such a desperate situation, a man asked someone to come and act as a matchmaker.

Without much consideration, Wang Fuer decided to get married.

There was neither carriage nor sedan chair on the way to the wedding.

In this poor and remote area, people always walk to get married. It is easy for accidents to happen if they carry a sedan chair or drive a horse-drawn carriage on the mountain road.

Wang Fuer was weak and could not walk far.

Wang Langya carried her on his back.

This is my last life, and everything I should let go of has already been let go.

He thought so, recalling his past memories.

At this moment, the mountain suddenly shook.

boom! boom! boom!

The vibrations became more frequent, and the sound of boulders rolling could be faintly heard.

"The earth dragon turns over!"

"It's a ground dragon turning over, hurry up!"

The wedding procession suddenly became chaotic. Many people panicked and wandered around in a daze.

Wang Langya lost his grip and the person on his back slipped away from his body.

A woman in a bright red wedding dress rolled down the hillside.

In just a few moments, her body was covered with several wounds and a lot of blood was flowing from her forehead.

boom!

The mountain shook again.

Wang Fuer's body flew straight out and fell towards the cliff.

The bright red wedding dress fluttered in the wind; the red veil had long disappeared, only the faint outline of a sickly and pale face could be seen.

Wang Langya's gaze seemed to penetrate the years.

Back then, there was a murderous demon cultivator who killed his beloved with a single sword.

He was powerless at that time.

Now that Wang Fuer has fallen off the cliff, he is still powerless.

Without much hesitation, the former Lord of Langya City leaped into the cliff.

His body was much heavier, so he held Wang Fuer's hand.

"Let this all end like this."

Thinking like this.

What catches the eye is the bright red wedding dress.

I remember that she seemed to have worn it for him tens of thousands of years ago.

When the heavy crash happened, the two fell into eternal sleep.

Huge rocks from the mountain fell one by one, covering their bodies.

The earth dragon was still roaring, venting his anger.

An old man lost his balance and fell to the ground.

She was very old and weak. After she fell, her breathing gradually stopped.

Seeing this, the other old man standing next to her slammed his forehead hard on the ground, and in an instant, his head was bleeding.

Just like when the two first met and made an appointment to meet at dusk, the old man that night was just like he is now, disregarding his parents' orders and rushing to keep the appointment.

At the last moment of their lives, the two looked at each other, then curved their lips and smiled.

……

……

In a deep mountain of Zhou State.

The Gu people have become accustomed to life here.

Mr. Yun’s story was not false. The South is really comfortable and warm.

Xing'er sat under the eaves, fiddling with a storybook in her hand.

In order to understand the words above, she studied hard for a long time, and now she can finally understand them.

Xing'er flipped through the storybook, looking for content that interested her.

When she turned to the middle, she suddenly saw her own name.

So the hand that was flipping the paper paused for a moment, wanting to see what Yun Changsheng had written on the paper.

"Stupid Miss Xing'er..."

"Humph!"

Seeing the prefix, Xing'er, who was already a middle-aged woman, snorted like a little girl.

After humming, he smiled embarrassedly.

Really, no matter how old you are, you are still like a child.

At this moment, scorching heat suddenly descended, and many Gu people were melted by the heat before they could react.

The figure who was flipping through the storybook disappeared.

The script fell to the ground, and when the wind blew, it turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

At the same time, an ice-blue shield enveloped the entire Gu clan, keeping the scorching heat outside the shield.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Just in the past moment, too many people from the Gu tribe died.

The current Holy Son of the Gu Clan still looks like a gentle young man because he is possessed by the Holy Gu.

He held up the shield and protected the surviving Gu people.

He didn't dare to bow his head.

Because he knew that many familiar people were no longer around.

The childhood playmate who listened to stories with him.

A teacher who taught him how to behave in society.

His brother, his parents.

Just a moment ago, they were gone.

Only a cultivator can have such a destructive power.

Another monk!

Another monk!

They were trapped in that snow and ice, and they finally managed to get out of that hellish place.

But now it has been lit like a torch, and nothing is left.

What are these sentient beings to the monks?

The gentle young man looked up at the sky, trying to find an answer, but he couldn't find it.

After all, it's just the survival of the fittest.

Just like the wild beasts in the forest, you eat me and I eat you. If you are a vegetarian, I will still eat you.

……

...

The moment the polar formation was activated, it covered the entire world.

too fast.