To become an immortal, one must be alone on a lonely mountain, far away from the world, sleeping in the open air, experiencing loneliness and solitude, and going through all kinds of life and death disasters before one can become an immortal.
But in the end, it ended up like this...
After practicing for many years, experiencing birth, aging, sickness and suffering, all their contemporaries died, and a few of them managed to return by chance and with great difficulty. Now, they paid a heavy price to break through the curtain and set foot on the land in the real world. As a result, three of them were strangled to death.
The two people who escaped far away felt sad. They were among the immortals and were once high and mighty gods, but now their companions ended up like this.
This is unreal. Hundreds of years ago, before they entered the big screen, they could still call the wind and rain and change dynasties on their own.
"Mythology is really just a dream!"
The two men felt melancholy and extremely desolate, but did not stop and fled deep into the forest.
Unfortunately, they didn't have much chance. Wang Xuan drove the flying boat and caught up with them. He was faster than them and waved the God-Slaying Flag in his hand again.
The two were desperate, and the golden veins intertwined and spread into the void. Even though the two tried their best, going up to the sky and into the ground, escaping separately, burning their souls, and increasing their speed to the limit, they were still hit by the golden veins.
Half of the flying man's spirit body disappeared, and then was instantly covered by the bright red cassock that Lao Chen offered and was captured alive.
The person who sank deep into the ground had half of his body gone and his soul was about to collapse. It was so miserable.
Old Chen waved the five-colored feather fan, and with a bang, the mountain exploded, revealing a huge deep pit. The bright red cassock descended like a fire cloud, and rolled the man back.
Inside the cassock, the remaining spirits of the two men were about to disintegrate, and it looked like they wouldn't be able to live much longer.
The main reason was that the price paid for crossing the border was too high, and they were in the weakest state. When Zhou Chong came back from Yuanchi Mountain, he rested for two days and two nights before he dared to show up.
"It's really sad and lamentable. Can we be considered gods in this way?" One person shook his head. It was not anger, but a kind of disappointment from the soul.
Wang Xuan did not rush to take action, as he felt that emotion.
Another person spoke up: "There are terrible problems in the world. The mysterious substance is receding, hiding a deep malice, watching us from the shadows. The end of the immortals is doomed to be tragic."
Ever since they learned that the extraordinary was corrupt and everything would be brought back to square one, they have been working hard to change their fate.
Unfortunately, in the end they were horrified to discover that the whole world seemed unreal and they had just had a big dream.
"When they wake up, all the gods will find that they are nothing but bubbles, and becoming gods is just a dream!"
Ordinary people live their lives in peace, and everything is gone when they die, but they wake up from their dreams, feel pain, and correct their trajectory in this world.
"The gods who once stood tall in the sky are actually very pathetic."
The two men did not target Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie. They just whispered to themselves, disappointed and desperate about the world. Before they died, they seemed to have captured the deep malice in the world.
"What's the point of repeating our path at the last corrupt stage of the myth?" Finally, the two looked at Wang Xuan and Lao Chen.
Wang Xuan was in a complicated mood. He was not so hostile to them at this moment. He put himself in their shoes and thought that if he encountered such a thing at the end of his cultivation, he would really feel chilled and melancholy.
“There are no gods. I am at the end of my road and my dreams are in vain. This kind of life is too failed and bleak.” A figure became faint and was about to disappear.
Lao Chen also felt a little uncomfortable. Three years later, in the more distant future, is this their life? Extraordinary and extinct, if they insist on moving forward, it seems destined to be in vain.
He put away his robes and let the two men go. Even without taking any action, the two men would not be able to survive for long.
Wang Xuan said, "Shall we talk? Before today, there was no deep hatred between you and me."
"We are fighting for the crossing. There are some things we have no choice about." One person said calmly.
Chen Yongjie said: "Who doesn't struggle to survive in this world? Right now, the chaebols are scared to death, worried about losing everything they have. The immortals are worried about the future and anxious to death. We are caught between various complicated forces and are also struggling to survive."
"We have different standpoints. Maybe one day, a peerless immortal will become a chaebol, while I will become the last cultivator after the mythology is completely corrupted, and I can't see the way forward. So, now we can talk calmly, put aside our prejudices, and don't oppose each other."
Wang Xuan spoke. He wanted to understand the Old Testament. He wanted to understand the things on the path of cultivation from the source, and what was happening deep in the curtain now.
"In the distant past, the immortals executed the Old Covenant. Everyone abided by the agreement and became immortals and left. This was a consensus. Those who stayed in the human world would perish. The five decays of the celestial beings and the decay of their souls would gradually occur. All kinds of tragedies would gradually occur."
"Only the peerless masters behind the scenes, or the immortals from the most ancient times, know the details. The Old Testament is a last resort."
The two figures blurred and were disappearing. At this moment they had no hatred towards each other, only helplessness and a sense of desolation.
"We are now you in the future."
In an instant, they turned into ashes.
Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie sighed lightly. Without the excitement of killing the enemy, they shook their heads. The dead people were once gods, so it was indeed a bit tragic.
"The creatures behind the scenes are hostile to you and me now, but maybe one day the immortals from another camp will cooperate with us and become our allies," said Chen Yongjie.
Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, for example, the Sword Fairy's camp, for example, the female alchemist... their methods don't seem to be very violent, and there may be contact in the near future."
There is no absolute right or wrong in this world, and there are no unchanging people or things.
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