On the Yujing Mountain in Kunlun, a thin figure sat cross-legged on it, wearing a thin blue shirt, looking a little weak in the chilly cold wind.

However, the figure seemed to have not realized it in the cold mountain wind, and seemed to have lost all its vitality, just like the withered tree stump under the cliff, which seemed to blow down with the cold wind at any time.

But his figure was as calm as a rock, as if it had been eternal, rooted on the cliff, and could not shake it at all, no matter how rained or wind blew. His eyes were closed, his expression was dull, as if he had fallen asleep.

But facing the red sun gradually rising in the eastern sky, there were light white lines coming straight into the void, but it proved that the man still had life. He was actually a Taoist practitioner who breathed and breathed on the top of the snow-capped mountain!

On her gray hair, the dew was shining with golden light, and her skin was fair and as fair as a baby, but the vicissitudes of her body were hard to cover up. She turned out to be a 50-year-old man.

In the void, faint purple auras appeared and condensed from unknown time and space. They hung over the heads of human figures, like a ceiling, very gorgeous and beautiful.

There are thousands of scenery, the vast world, facing the glorious sky and sun, and there are billions of creatures, and the cycle of reincarnation is floating in the long river of time and space, manifesting itself in the world.

There are also ancient gods and demons, who roared and shook the sky, as if they came from ancient times, but they were about to break through the barrier of time and space. They were resurrected here, and the void swayed, causing thousands of ripples. Even the sun in the sky seemed to be shaking.

Just now, there were thousands of fairylands, but in an instant it turned into a tragic phenomenon of destruction. However, in an instant, it became nothingness with a stream of air and disappeared into the man's breath.

The morning in the mountains is so distant and quiet. Under the dense mist, the clouds on the sea, a brilliant red sun shines on the sky, reflecting the entire Yujing Beppu.

It only makes people wonder that they have reached the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace. No wonder the ancients always say that Kunlun is the imperial capital on earth and the most blessed place. Kunlun is indeed the source of Taoism on earth and the root of immortality!

Dong!

A slight sound suddenly came, gradually increasing, as if it was coming from the ancient prehistoric world and from the deep cracks of time, reflecting on the present, small and agile, but like the yellow clock, the sky and the earth are pulsating.

A series of brilliant golden lights suddenly appeared. From the quiet and cross-sitting figure, a brilliant immortal palace appeared in the void, like opening pages of gorgeous paintings, bright and dazzling, spreading around the man, endless ceiling visions, like colorful silk weaving.

Golden ripples swept through the void, spreading like water waves with the sound. It was the sound of a person's heartbeat that fits the veins of heaven and earth.

call!

A light cry came out, and the thousands of strange phenomena around him came to an abrupt end, turning into billions of golden glows and dissipating. The man who sat cross-legged and closed his eyes opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are they, empty and dull, like dead silence. But in the infinite silence, a little spark appeared, and in the hazy, there seemed to be countless heavens and earth, and billions of starry sky passed by.

The latter kind of vitality is thriving, like two surging flames, surging out from the Nine Netherworld Realm, penetrates the vast land, reaches the sky, and reflects outside the Nine Sky.

The dead eyes gradually became brighter, as gentle as jade, filled with a faint golden glow, looking directly at the red sun in the sky. In the blur, golden ripples suddenly shaking the void. Even the countless seas of clouds on the mountainside seemed to be touched by the eyes, and floated to both sides as if they were afraid.

"It's been two hundred years."

A sigh seemed to have never sounded. The figure had grown up, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the rising sun gradually rising in the sky, and suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

The dew at the ends of the hair had long disappeared, but the originally old and broken long gown shone with a hazy fairy light, and a faint five-color halo appeared, like a wave of water, making his clothes look brand new.

Bo!

A faint wave came, and a strange aura began to emerge in the void, causing the erect figure to frown. A faint purple light appeared in his long and narrow eyes.

Outside the mountain, the sea of ​​clouds remained, and the red sun gradually emitted light and heat that mortals could not resist, but in the eyes of the old man, the sky light suddenly became dim.

Even the sun's light gradually dimmed, but the old man's eyes fell on another place. In the shadow of the dim red sun, a purple star flashed away.

"This should be the last time?"

He murmured to himself, the old man had a little helpless sadness on his lips, then shook his head, put his hands behind him, and turned around and slowly headed towards the path at the other end of the cliff.

On the other end of the cliff, there is a vast ruin, the ruins of the palace, silent and dead.
Chapter completed!