"My name... I'm not quite sure, I just vaguely remember that I wanted to be called this name."

...

The demon race and the human race fought a fierce war, with each side sending out their most elite cultivators, who ultimately perished together.

Thus, the new civilization shattered, and the world began its cycle anew.

...

"Senior sister, are you admiring the moon again?"

"Yes...the moon is truly magnificent..."

Why do you say that?

"Because the moon itself does not emit light, it only reflects the sunlight, which illuminates the entire night."

...

Many more years passed, and a second civilization began to emerge.

The newly born human race called themselves "Yan" and named the land beneath their feet "Great Yan".

They were not the old friends Su Nian was waiting for, but just another group of humans.

...

"Speaking of which... Junior brother, you promised Qiu Shan a wedding... but it hasn't happened yet, has it?"

"Well... Qiu Shan has gone to Immortal Mountain now, so it seems we can only wait until she returns."

"Can't we wait until after we defeat the Ghost Immortal to hold the event?"

"As expected... in my junior brother's heart, we were still going to lose this battle, right?"

...

After tens of thousands of years of cycles, the Great Yan Dynasty rose from nothing to its peak, and finally declined.

In the end, the Great Yan Dynasty was invaded by foreign tribes and withdrew from the stage of history.

Su Nian watched over all of this in solitude, never leaving the Immortal Realm Mountain even for a moment.

He let his hair grow freely, his beard spreading until it reached the ground and covered the hillside.

Those once bright and piercing eyes have become clouded and empty during the long wait.

...

"The cycle of life is predetermined. Given enough time, history will eventually repeat itself, and then... we will meet again in the future..."

"Junior brother...would you...wait for me...in the distant future?"