The withered old man stood in the void, his body swirling with secret power, forming a purple moon. At the same time, he raised his palm and summoned a rusty bronze fragment, which emitted a wisp of immortal pressure.

It seems they're going to forcefully break through this protective mountain formation.

Unfortunately, he ultimately underestimated the level of this great formation.

The immense pressure emanating from the bronze fragment was comparable to a strike from a Tribulation Transcending Realm expert, yet it caused no ripples when it landed on the great formation.

"How could that be?"

The old man with withered hair frowned deeply.

At that moment, he suddenly had a very bad premonition, as if he were trapped in a forbidden zone.

"Hmph, just a mere fragment of a broken immortal artifact."

Qin Shou smirked dismissively. He already possessed several complete immortal artifacts, all of high quality. This broken fragment of an immortal artifact might be a treasure to these top experts in the mortal realm, but Qin Shou truly didn't care for it.

Just as Qin Shou was fully armed and preparing to unleash the power of the Four Spirits Sacred Array to suppress the withered-haired old man, Song Ningsheng gracefully rose and appeared above Turtle Mountain, proclaiming loudly:

"Luo Xihe, do you still recognize me?"

"Um? "

The old man with withered hair looked up and, upon seeing Song Ningsheng's figure, his brows furrowed slightly. Then, his usually calm pupils suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"Song, Ning, Sheng!"

His silvery-white pupils suddenly emitted dense runes, as if trying to see through Song Ningsheng before him. However, after a long while, he realized that this was real, and not an illusion or a creature in disguise.

"Brother Song, you're not dead!!"

There was disbelief in Luo Xihe's eyes.

Song Ningsheng, one of the most promising people to become an immortal in that lifetime, unexpectedly died under the lightning tribulation of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, which not only shocked the world, but also made people sigh.

"Hehehe, it's rare that you still remember me."

Song Ningsheng chuckled.

"Ha, ha, Brother Song, it really is you!"

How did you end up here?

"Also, didn't you perish ten thousand years ago?"

"Hmm? You're just a wisp of obsession now!?"

Luo Xihe could not hide his excitement.

As time passed and the world changed, one by one, the old friends of the past fell, but he alone survived the calamity of yesteryear, crawling within the ancestral land, relying on the sacred source to slow the passage of time.

Unfortunately, in such a nearly degenerate age, he could not see the path to immortality.

This was undoubtedly cruel for a once-proud and powerful king like him.

Now, ten thousand years later, he saw the people who had already perished, and a slight ripple appeared in his usually calm heart.

He and Song Ning were born in the same era, and he was also a deserving prodigy. He once carried the Purple Moon and defeated all his enemies. However, in the final battle at Purple Mountain, he lost by half a move to the successor of the contemporary Guanshendao Temple. The two of them thus developed a mutual respect and formed a friendship.

"It is I, my former glory faded, now nothing more than a wisp of obsession, drifting in this world."

Song Ningsheng let out a long sigh.

The withered old man sensed the sorrow in Song Ningsheng's heart, for he was one of the few who knew of Song Ningsheng's ambitions. How spirited he had once been! With a scroll of divine strategies, a white robe, and a peach wood sword, he had slain countless geniuses, determined to ascend to immortality, to see the immortal landscape, and to sit and discuss the Dao with immortals and gods, using the Dao to discuss the Dao of immortality.

He used to love Taoist arts the most, defeating all the geniuses of various races with three thousand Taoist arts. He was on par with the contemporary Taoist and Buddhist disciples. Only he was defeated by the Empress. No one else dared to say that they were absolutely confident of defeating the scholar Song Ningsheng.

"Alas... Time flies, and the world changes. Even someone as brilliant as Brother Song has decayed and his brilliance has faded. Where should we go from here?"

The old man with withered hair seemed to be filled with endless emotions.

Seeing this from a distance, Luo Shen'an sensed something was amiss in the plot and called out, "Ancestor..."

"Shut up."

The old man with withered hair spoke in a calm and even voice, yet it carried the vicissitudes of time. His voice boomed in Luo Shen'an's ears, making his internal organs churn and his head spin.

"Hehe, Xihe, this is my friend's place. Why don't you come down and catch up?"

Song Ningsheng extended an invitation.

"good. "

The old man with withered hair didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement.

"Ancestor, the owner of this mountain is... despicable. Be careful."

Luo Shen'an spoke up to remind her.

The withered-haired old man seemed not to hear, and with a flash, he appeared under the peach tree.

"Hehehe, so they're all on our side. What a mess! The flood washed away the Dragon King's temple!"

Qin Shou picked up a pot of tea and chuckled, "Come, come, when friends come from afar, they must be killed."

"Um? "

Luo Xihe's consciousness jumped.

Song Ningsheng also slightly raised his eyelids.

Seeing this, Qin Shou quickly smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "It just slipped out, it just slipped out. My bad. Come, come, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. Please have some tea."

Qin Shou pushed the teacups he had poured in front of Luo Xihe and Song Ningsheng.

"Um. "

Luo Xihe nodded, and the secret power that had suddenly flowed through his body slowly dissipated. He picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

At the same time, he was astonished and awestruck by the mountain scenery he saw with his divine sense.

The top-grade spirit stones in the pool were nothing special to him, but when he saw the vast expanse of chaotic bamboo forest, his hand holding the cup paused slightly. What almost broke his composure was the peach sapling with tender buds, the gourd vines clinging to it, and the golden lotus in the spirit pool... These things looked just like treasures from myths and legends.

"Why does this mountain seem to be permeated with an aura of immortality?"

Luo Xihe frowned, his acupoints opened, and he absorbed the chaotic energy of the mountain, feeling completely refreshed.

"What a blessed land!"

Luo Xihe opened his eyes wide and praised without reservation.

This is hardly a small hill or a barren land.

This is clearly the dwelling place of a Mahayana immortal!

"Hehe, it's only thanks to my master's kindness that I have such a secluded place, allowing me to cultivate in seclusion."

Qin Shou waved his hand in response.

"My master?"

Luo Xihe's eyebrows twitched slightly. "May I ask your master's name, young friend?"

"Oh, this? My master is always elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon. Although I am his disciple, I do not know his real name, only his Daoist title [Reincarnation]."

"Reincarnation! What a grand vision!"

Luo Xihe was deeply moved. The matter of the Daoist title is mysteriously connected to the Great Dao, especially when your cultivation level is higher and you resonate with the heavens, the more obvious its effect will be.

Throughout history, countless powerful figures and geniuses have emerged, but those who dare to call themselves "Heavenly Emperor," "Reincarnation," or "Eternal Life" are almost nonexistent.

"Hehe, my master said that the end of the Great Dao is reincarnation. All things in the world, through the changing of eras, even the myriad paths of the heavens, are nothing more than gaining new life and immortality through cycles of reincarnation."

Qin Shou was pulling at things haphazardly.

Since it doesn't cost any money, what am I afraid of? I can even scare the other party into not doing anything reckless and to behave themselves, and not to bring anyone to bother me next time.

"Wow! What a magnificent spirit your master possesses!"

The ancestor of the Luoshen Dynasty couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the master of the person in front of him must be a powerful immortal who roamed the mortal world, otherwise he could never have created such a "blessed land" and taken in such an outstanding disciple.

One can tell a lot from the fact that he was able to take over the successor of his own lineage.

Moreover, he was born with heterochromia, and his Azure Sky White Eyes allowed him to clearly sense the life force of the Qin Beast. It was very young, in its prime, and possibly not even three hundred years old.

However, he was slightly surprised that he couldn't see through Qin Shou's cultivation level.

Little did you know that Qin Shou was protected by immortal armor, and as long as you had not entered the realm of immortality, you could not see through his strength.

"Alas, is nothing immune to the cycle of reincarnation? But does reincarnation truly exist in this world?"

Luo Xihe murmured, then looked at Qin Shou and asked, "May I ask, young friend, is there any way to revive such decaying bodies as ours?"

Luo Xihe's question was merely a sudden outpouring of emotion, not a genuine search for an answer. He also didn't believe that this overly energetic young man could offer him any answers.

However, Qin Shou's words suddenly startled him, yet also filled him with joy.

Qin Shou picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and said calmly, "Yes."

"What! "

Luo Xi was startled and quickly asked, "Young friend, could you please elaborate?"

Qin Shou glanced at him, smacked his lips, and said, "Just eat a magic pill and you'll be fine."

"??????"

Luo Xihe... If I weren't so unaware of your true intentions, and given my relationship with Song Ningsheng, I would have fucking killed you right now.

If there were an elixir of immortality, who would ask this question?

Upon hearing this, Song Ningsheng couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly... He really was as cunning as ever.

"Ahem, haha, may I ask if this Chaos Beast is your pet, young friend?"

Luo Xi coughed a few times, changed the subject, and looked at the two chubby figures huddled together comforting each other.

"No," Qin Shou shook his head and said, "It was left behind by my master."

"Oh, to be able to raise a chaotic behemoth, your master's power is surely beyond our comprehension."

Luo Xihe nodded in deep agreement.

The person before him was far too young and did not look like the master of this chaotic behemoth.

"May I ask who this young friend is?"

Luo Xihe looked at Yi Cheng.

When Yicheng heard someone mention her, she left Dabao and ran over, standing there with her big belly sticking out, looking a bit silly.

"Oh, this is my apprentice."

Qin Beast answered.

Luo Xihe immediately exclaimed, "Your disciple is exceptionally talented, one in ten thousand! At such a level, he possesses such a terrifying physical body and power. I must say, although I have experienced countless ups and downs over the millennia, I have never seen anything like it."

Perhaps only the Empress of Nanning in those days, with her physical body in the same realm, could compare to it; it was truly terrifying beyond measure.

To be honest, Luo Xi was really startled when he saw this chubby girl. It wasn't because of her cultivation level, but because of the power she displayed despite being only at the Nascent Soul stage, and the extremely domineering techniques she used.

Moreover, Luo Xihe clearly understood that if they were in the same realm, even though he was confident in his own abilities, he might not be able to withstand the full force of this chubby girl's punch.

Yi Cheng blinked her small eyes at the withered old man, then looked at her master with a blank expression.

Seeing this, Qin Shou laughed and said, "Yi Cheng, they're praising your abilities."

"oh oh. "

Yi Cheng nodded and said to the withered-haired old man, "Thank you!"

Luo Xihe: ...This family seems to be quite polite.

"Do you have anything delicious on you?"

Yi Cheng asked Luo Xihe.

Luo Xihe was stunned for a moment... At this moment, he seemed to not quite understand what the other party meant by "delicious food".

"Yi Cheng, look at how ragged the old man's clothes are. Where would he get the money to buy you good food?"

Luo Xihe:.........Old man? All tattered and broken?

"Go away, go play somewhere else."

Qin Shou waved his hand, signaling Yi Cheng to leave.

Yi Cheng's little belly wobbled, then perked up again. "Master, the goose is hungry. The goose wants to eat meat?"

"Eat, eat, eat! It's not noon yet. Go play over there."

“_(￣0￣)_[Oh~]”

Yi Cheng ran over, looking a little aggrieved, and hugged Da Bao, rubbing against him, saying, "Da Bao, Master won't feed the goose. Do you have any snacks over there?"

"Hmph, hmph." That's all.

"Wow~" ?·°(???﹏???)°·?

Wow~

The two lumps of fat hugged each other and cried again.

“............”

Luo Xihe looked at this painting and couldn't quite understand it for a moment.

"Hehe, please forgive my mistake, fellow Daoist. My disciple was born with an incomplete soul, and his mind is still at the stage of a young child."

Qin Shou explained with a smile.

"Um."

Luo Xihe nodded, but was even more shocked. This intelligence... and he could cultivate to this level! What did he eat to grow up like this?!

"By the way, Brother Song, what brings you here?"

Luo Xihe asked his question.

Song Ningsheng slowly recounted his past to him, and then talked about the Immortal Crossing Sect... and finally stopped at this mountain.

"I see! "

Luo Xihe suddenly realized and continued, "Brother Song, I remember you once cultivated an immortal technique. I wonder if you still have a remnant soul or a physical body? I will certainly use all the power of the dynasty to find a way to rebuild your true form!"

Luo Xihe looked solemn.

However, Song Ningsheng shook his head, "My physical body was tainted by misfortune and has been burned to ashes by my young friend. As for my soul, I was already severely injured during my tribulation, and my remnant soul was damaged, so it was ultimately dissipated under the lightning tribulation."

Even this last vestige of obsession has been preserved only thanks to a broken but priceless treasure within my temple.

Song Ningsheng's voice was calm; he had long since come to terms with all of this.

Nanning Xuan is no longer here. Even if he could transcend tribulations and ascend to immortality, discuss the Dao with immortals and gods, and live as long as heaven and earth, what difference would it make?

Everything in this world is but fleeting smoke; if you can come to this understanding, then even immortality can be abandoned.

"Oh, that's a real shame."

Luo Xihe looked somewhat dejected.

Ten thousand years ago, in that glorious era, countless geniuses emerged. Even fighting could carve out a path to immortality. Yet, in the end, no one could become an immortal. It's laughable.

There are so many, such as the stunning empress, the Daoist prodigy who overwhelms all races, the holy Buddha who radiates Buddha's light, and the female demon of the Intercepting Heaven Sect.

Strictly speaking, although Luo Xihe was also exceptionally talented and unparalleled in several states, he was still far inferior to the most outstanding geniuses like the Empress of Nanning, Daozi, and Fozi.

"Brother Song, is the Empress... really dead?"

Luo Xi asked with a hint of melancholy.

He knew that Song Ningsheng and the third young lady of the Nanning imperial family had known each other since childhood, and the two families had a close relationship. He was sure that Song Ningsheng knew more than he did.

"Hehe, didn't you all see it?"

"In that battle, she fought against immortals and gods, using flying immortal techniques, dragon-fighting skills, and all the other methods she had mastered. If it weren't for the stable Heavenly Dao order ten thousand years ago, this ancient realm would have been affected and destroyed."

Her physical body perished, her soul scattered, and the Heavenly Dao, sensing this, manifested numerous strange phenomena. A rain of blood fell for three days and three nights, and the entire Great Dao of this world wailed in sorrow…