Some people don't die of old age; when they close their eyes, all they will see is their return.
The fourth generation Unju lay on his sickbed.
He lived a fulfilling life and was very satisfied.
Just to clarify, he is not from Nantong.
He lay in his hospital bed, having celebrated his birthday just three months earlier, and his health had been deteriorating ever since.
To feel one's life coming to an end, bit by bit, and to feel the vitality and life force within one's body slowly drain away... it is an extremely painful process.
Knowing that death was inevitable, yet with no chance of saving themselves, they endured the gradual decay within their bodies, the slowing of their thoughts, and the stiffening of their blood.
Yun Shou, a martial arts master, deeply understands all the details that accompany the thought of "I am about to die," which are difficult for normal people to perceive.
"I probably have about a month left."
"I only have about two weeks left."
"Three days, or five days?"
"Tomorrow at the latest."
"...I won't make it through today."
Yun Shou, who was 133 years old, was really very old. People started coming to see him five days ago, and many of his disciples and grand-disciples who had been taught the "Demon Iron Hammer Refining Technique" surrounded him.
There weren't many people of his generation or who fought alongside him, because he was truly long-lived.
During the resistance war, he met many teenagers and young men in their twenties, but now those men are in their eighties and nineties, and the hidden injuries left in their bodies often cause them to pass away before him.
Only those who were Grandmasters or above still remain, but how many Grandmasters are there in this world?
True old friends are few and far between; those who come to visit are all younger generations.
They wept in sorrow, they shed tears of heartbreak, and they knelt on the ground.
They held his hand, looked into his eyes, and called his name.
Finally, they began to dress him in his burial clothes.
At this moment, Yun Shou still had a sliver of will left. He felt his powerless body being swayed, and the originally abundant energy within him was collapsing and dissipating. He knew that his last bit of consciousness might soon dissipate.
He felt a deep attachment and reluctance to leave this world, something that hadn't happened yesterday, or even the day before yesterday or the day before that. At that time, he had already come to terms with death.
But at this very last moment, he no longer wanted to die.
Just to clarify, he is not from Nantong.
Because he thought of someone, a spirited and unparalleled young man.
The boy's name was Bei Chenguang.
When he first saw the boy in the cave behind the waterfall, the boy exuded an incredibly sharp aura, truly like a beam of light.
The light that saves the world and saves all living beings.
That boy possessed unparalleled personal charm, the power to create miracles, and unparalleled talent rarely seen in the world. He also had the youthful vigor and spirit of a young man.
How strange. In his final moments, what he wanted to see was not his female companions, not his carefully trained disciples, not his comrades-in-arms, not the demons he had killed... but that boy who radiated a dazzling light.
Just to reiterate, he is not from Nantong.
Yun Shou had a lingering question in his mind: where did that boy go?
Decades ago, during that battle, it is said that the "Holy King Palace" was destroyed, and the earth was plowed into a ravine leading to the East China Sea by the battle between the two.
The two disappeared at the edge of the sea.
It is said that decades later, people have rebuilt dynasties on earth, rebuilt a unified human dynasty.
They recovered their strength and began exploring the other side of the sea. They heard that there was a huge island there, where the remnants of the human-demon forces might exist, or it might be where Beichenguang was located.
But Yun Shou also felt that he wasn't there, because that island couldn't be infinite. Yun Shou had already used some remnants of his memories to measure that this world was round, and its diameter was only tens of thousands of kilometers. Therefore, the area of that giant island couldn't possibly reach a million square kilometers.
If Bei Chenguang truly existed, his fame would have already spread far and wide!
This is a kind of mysterious confidence that Yun Shou has in Bei Chenguang.
As for the story that Bei Chenguang and the Yi Mo fought together until they were exhausted, and that the two of them silently perished in the sea and were swallowed by fish... Yun Shou did not believe it.
How could someone so outstanding, so radiant, die so quietly and unremarkably?
Even if he really died in battle, he should leave behind an immortal legend, not become a missing person!
He, a person who had undergone three simulations and possessed the power of three lifetimes, never imagined that he would develop feelings of admiration for a young man before the simulation was halfway through.
Yes, Yun Shou worships and reveres the North Star.
The other person was truly like a ray of light, illuminating his path as he hid in the dense forest like a mouse, constantly lurking and hiding.
But that person disappeared. Yun Shou didn't know where he had gone. He stubbornly believed that Bei Chenguang was definitely not dead. Perhaps he had ascended to the upper realm, or perhaps he had entered the earth's core and followed that demonic creature into the abyss demon realm...
He must be trapped somewhere, otherwise, even if he didn't come back to see him, he would never have given up on Jiang Yueli.
In short, when he breathed his last, Yun Shou felt that his biggest regret was not being able to see Bei Chenguang one last time.
So when faced with his invincible future self, his request was simple.
"I want to go back to the past. I just want to see his charisma a few more times and fight alongside him."
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