On the banks of the Jing River, a white figure was speeding along the riverbank, a cold glint flashing in his hand—a precious sword.

"Shh..."

This person was moving extremely fast, as if chasing something.

Several dozen meters in front of him, a mutated beast the size of a horse was running forward desperately.

The running figure would occasionally look up at the sky, then leap into the air, about seven or eight zhang above the ground, and forcefully swing the sword forward.

"Whoosh..."

The sword flew out like an arrow released from a bow in an instant.

"Sizzle..."

The sword pierced the mutated beast's head with perfect accuracy.

"Bang..."

The mutated beast then fell to the ground, leaving a deep mark on the river pebbles.

The white-clad figure gracefully glided down from the sky like a wild goose, landing precisely on the mutated beast.

"Zheng..."

He reached out and drew the sword; by then, the mutated beast was already beyond dead.

Just then, the previously dark sky began to brighten slightly.

"If I let you get away, wouldn't all my chasing have been for nothing?" the man said, kicking the dog.

The man then walked wearily to the riverbank, planted his sword on the bank, and slowly squatted down.

At this moment, the faint light reflected in the river revealed a handsome face with a light beard. Although he looked slightly tired, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Splash..."

The man in white cupped water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He shuddered and seemed much more refreshed.

"puff..."

The man spat out the water he was holding in his mouth and smacked his lips.

"If only I had a jar of wine right now, that would be wonderful," the man muttered to himself.

"call..."

He took a deep breath and lay back on his back.

Looking at the gray sky, even though it should be dawn now, the sun is still nowhere to be seen.

"Twenty years have passed. When will this end? Fairy Maiden, Guai Li... everyone, I miss you all so much," the man in white murmured, gazing at the sky.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly. He quickly rolled over and got up, turned around and pulled out the sword stuck to the side. He held it horizontally in front of him, looked around warily, and his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent.

Finally, his gaze fell on the official road in the distance, a wide avenue that once connected the capital. Twenty years later, this original official road was overgrown with trees and weeds.

"Splash..."

The trees began to sway and collapse in all directions.

"Bang bang..."

The ground then began to shake.

The man in white's face immediately darkened; he could tell that what was inside was a large creature.

"How is this possible? Could it be a giant beast?" the man in white thought to himself.

He knew that the appearance of giant beasts was usually accompanied by countless smaller mutated beasts, and running away was useless. He just didn't understand why these monsters would still appear when it was already dawn.

His heart began to pound as the thing drew near, and his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.

"Moo..."

Suddenly, a loud mooing sound came from inside.

“Cow…” The man was stunned for a moment.

Mutant beasts don't make that kind of sound, and he was certain he wasn't mistaken; it was indeed the sound of a cow mooing.

Just then, a yellow figure suddenly flew out from a distance and appeared in front of him instantly.

"Whoosh..."

The man in white suddenly swung his sword.

"Smack..."

The sword stopped abruptly.

"Hey, that's a bit rude of you."

The bald man held his sword between two fingers.

The man in white stared in shock at the other person, who was dressed in a strange yellow outfit with a white cloak at the back. What shocked him was not that the other person had caught his sword with his fingers, but that he had seen a living person.

"Uh... I'm embarrassed by the way you're looking at me." The bald man loosened his grip on the sword, looking both embarrassed and comical.

"You...you..." The man in white opened his mouth excitedly, but for a moment he couldn't say anything.

"Swish..."

Just then, a huge bull emerged from the bushes ahead, with several figures sitting on its back.

"Eek, there really is someone."

Mengmeng exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, the man in white widened his eyes even more. There were so many people. On the back of the ox sat a man, two women, and a little girl.

After Li Daoyi and his companions entrusted Xuanming and Xuanliang to General Hu's care and left them enough food, they set off for the Tang Dynasty.

They encountered and killed monsters along the way, and finally arrived at Nanzhanbuzhou along the bloody path. Before they even reached Chang'an, they sensed the presence of people. It was truly a miracle that they hadn't encountered a single living person along the way.

Li Daoyi sized up the man in front of him, and for some reason, he felt a sense of déjà vu when he saw him.

The group then jumped off the ox's back and carefully examined the man.

The man in white had many torn clothes, but they were very neat and clean. He also had a good temperament and was very handsome and dashing.

"Hey, who are you?" Mengmeng ran up to the man in white with her short legs and looked up to ask.

"I..." The man in white lowered his head, looking at the incredibly cute little girl in front of him, and for a moment he was in a daze. This was the apocalypse, how could there be such a cute child?

"Hehehe..." Mengmeng couldn't help but laugh when she saw his dazed look.

"Cough cough..."

The man snapped out of his daze and coughed a few times. Then he sheathed his sword, cupped his hands, and said...

"Lü Dongbin greets you all."

"Lü Dongbin..."

Li Daoyi and the others immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Are you Lü Dongbin? The Pure Yang Immortal, Lü Dongbin of the Eight Immortals?" Li Dao asked with a look of surprise.

"It is...it is I." Lü Dongbin was also taken aback, but still replied.

Li Daoyi then stepped forward and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was Lü Dongbin, whom he had summoned before. However, because Lü Dongbin looked rather haggard at the moment, Li Daoyi had not recognized him at first glance.

"May I ask who you are?" Lü Dongbin asked.

“Li Daoyi, they are my partners,” Li Daoyi said with a smile.

"You really are Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals." At this moment, Dongfang Bubai and Xiaolongnu also came over.

"Uh...yes, please excuse my poor appearance," Lü Dongbin said awkwardly.

"They do look quite alike; I didn't recognize them at first." Little Dragon Girl nodded.

"Have you seen me before?" Lü Dongbin asked, bewildered. The way these people spoke made it seem as if they knew him, but he had no recollection of them.

"Hahaha, who doesn't know the famous Lü Chunyang?" Li Daoyi laughed heartily.

"How did you get here? Are there other people here?" Li Daoyi continued to ask.

"I came here to hunt beasts. There's no one else here; I'm all alone," Lü Dongbin said somewhat dejectedly.

Li Daoyi nodded slightly. Before becoming an immortal, Lü Dongbin was a famous wandering knight-errant, and even after losing his magic power, he was still extremely powerful.

"Where did you come from, gentlemen? I've searched all around Chang'an City, and apart from mutated beasts, there are no living people at all," Lü Dongbin asked, voicing his doubts.

“We came from Lingshan,” the little guy replied cutely.

"What? Mount Ling? How is that possible? You traveled 108,000 li, didn't you encounter any monsters?" Lu Dongbin exclaimed, his eyes filled with shock.

"Hey kid, did you see that?" Saitama said, waving his fist.

"We fought our way here," Saitama said arrogantly.

"Yeah, it's a call from Saitama, that bald guy is amazing." Mengmeng gave Saitama a thumbs up.

The two men grinned, revealing their white teeth, while Lü Dongbin, standing to the side, was completely stunned.