"Oh? So you know a lot."
Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his impression of Master Feixing became increasingly negative.
"I think, at least I understand the immortals of that time better than you do."
Master Feixing was not afraid of Qingxuan's pressure at all, which made Shuiming Yuanjun beside him secretly think: This madman is still the same as in his previous life, I am somewhat confused.
Taoist Qingxuan is a disciple of the immortal. Although there is no blood relationship between them, in the concept of human race, the master is also a father, even closer than a father.
You are somewhat out of your mind to argue with someone else's son.
Master Feixing continued, "Senior is afraid that the immortals' seven emotions and six desires will be worn away, and they will eventually forget about love completely. This state is called heart-death in the Immortal Palace, and it is a disease in our eyes. But immortals don't have that. Immortals have more emotions than anyone else."
"The death of Taiyin Xingjun did not make the immortal forget his feelings. The immortal cherishes the living even more. The weak resist pain and escape pain, but the immortal accepts all suffering and gives back to the world with greater love. Don't use your eyes as small as fireflies to guess the immortal's intentions."
At this point, the heat in his eyes was undisguised.
"He loves the world and everyone. This is great love."
Qingxuan was stunned. He seemed to be able to see a figure in the other party's fanatical gaze.
Master Feixing slightly suppressed the heat in his eyes and glanced at Shuiming Yuanjun.
"The immortal loves you just as much, but you don't understand. You only see yourself and not the immortal."
"As I said, the immortals work so hard because you might rot. The immortals will not allow anyone to harm the people because they are their children, and so are you."
"The Immortal loves you and does not want to kill you with his own hands, so he rules the world alone."
All cultivators say that immortals are heartless, but the immortals’ great love is not partiality.
Shui Ming Yuanjun opened his mouth slightly, and finally closed it silently, without saying a word.
The conversation ended in silence. Compared with the first millennium, the thousand-year history of the Immortal Calendar was calm and nothing major happened.
Neither Feixing Zhenren nor Shuiming Yuanjun lived to the third millennium.
They said so, and Qingxuan had no doubts about it, because neither of them had reached the state of transformation. Now that the environment of heaven and earth was complete, they might break through in a while, but their lifespan was definitely limited at that time.
(End of this chapter)
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