The river flows forward in an endless stream, the waves surge, and the figures of living creatures flash by.

God of War Qingcang.

Chasing the wind.

Mo Shanshan.

Su Zhaozhao.

Guan Ningning.

Ancestor Mo.

Frost God of War.

Sing wildly at night.

Xu Yuner.

And there is Chen Xiwei.

…

All of Chu Mo's relatives and friends, as well as the creatures that had intersected with him in this period of his life, appeared before his eyes.

As time flows on, the future of these relatives and friends emerges.

The God of War Qingcang died of old age on Blue Star.

Zhuifeng fell under the calamity of breaking through the realm.

Su Zhaozhao died in a secret realm.

Guan Ningning died alone.

The Frost God of War encountered a cosmic storm while traveling in the starry sea.

Xu Yun'er's figure disappeared like the wind.

And Chen Xiwei...was gradually left behind as he continued to pursue the road, until he could no longer see her.

Beauty turns to white hair, the world is turned upside down.

Countless old friends have passed away.

All familiar things have turned to dust.

"Stop it, stop it!"

"The path to enlightenment is arduous. Even if you reach the pinnacle, what good is it? The future is uncertain, and looking back, I can't see my old friends. Even if I'm invincible, I can only enjoy immortality alone. What then?"

"Stop right here!"

A tempting voice sounded in his ears, trying to lure Chu Mo to stay here and not move forward.

Chu Mo struggled in his heart.

That firm heart and will also began to crack under such circumstances.

“Is this the right path?”

"Instead of pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts through sheer arrogance, only to find yourself with no one around you and no one to help you, is it really worth it?!"

Chu Mo was silent and hesitant.

For a while.

He hesitated.

The forward steps stopped in mid-air and could no longer be taken.