"arrive."

"I finally arrived."

Seeing the starry sky at the end of the East China Sea, the white-haired old man was so surprised that he spoke hoarsely and burst into tears. He was probably so excited that he could not walk steadily. He was really old to the extreme.

Zhao Yun was silent, but he could guess a few points.

The road to immortality was cut off. The white-haired old man must have come on the road of mortal world. Looking at the vicissitudes and fatigue of his body, he knew that he had walked a long, long way, so far away that even he, a quasi-immortal, could not reach it.

He runs out of oil and lanterns, just for the hope of becoming an immortal. The road in the world of mortals is his hope.

Moon God took a look, a little surprised.

The route to the end of the world is unknown to mortals.

This little old man is also a talent, how did he find this?

Any expert advice?

"Little friend, do you have some wine?" The white-haired old man finally arrived. Perhaps he was too sleepy and exhausted, so he sat down with his crutches and showed a kind smile to Zhao Yun, which was full of vicissitudes of life.

"Yes." Zhao Yun smiled and handed over a pot of aged wine.

"The future life is terrifying." The white-haired old man took it, his smile still so gentle.

"Senior, where are you from?" Zhao Yun also sat down.

"I am a native of the Western Wilderness." The white-haired old man did not hide it.

"Western Wasteland."

Zhao Yun muttered, sure he had never heard of this place.

That's right, the mortal world is extremely vast, and what he has seen and heard is just the tip of the iceberg, and he does not know everything. However, in his opinion, the Western Wilderness mentioned by the white-haired old man must be extremely far away from the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty.

"How do you know this place, little friend?" the white-haired old man asked.

"It's...the sanctioner told me." Zhao Yun smiled.

"I am the same. I have been walking day and night for more than three hundred years to find the road in the world of mortals."

"Three hundred...more years?"

Zhao Yun swallowed hard after hearing this, it's been a long time.

I have been walking day and night for more than three hundred years. Just think about it and you will know how tired I am.

The sanctioner was kind-hearted, at least he gave the white-haired old man a hope, although this hope was probably a despair. The moon god had already made it clear that the road in the world of mortals was almost a dead end.

"Gone."

After half a bottle of wine, the white-haired old man stood up tremblingly.

Zhao Yun subconsciously stepped forward and gave the white-haired old man a hand.

"Thank you."

The white-haired old man smiled kindly and took an old step towards the starry sky.

During this period, he threw away his crutches and straightened his back. Every step he took was extremely steady, just like a prisoner walking onto the execution ground without hesitation and smiling extremely freely.

"forward...."

Zhao Yun was about to speak but stopped, and finally did not shout out.

That should be the last pride that a quasi-immortal has upheld. He has walked for more than three hundred years just for this day. Even if he dies, even if his soul is scattered, he will be buried on the road to becoming an immortal.

The white-haired old man left.

He only left a shadow in the world.

Zhao Yun looked at the Moon God.

"Having seen through the world of mortals doesn't mean that you can walk through the world of mortals." Moon Goddess said leisurely.

Why!

Zhao Yun sighed.

Even the Moon God said this, and the white-haired old man was afraid that he would be in bad luck.

He reached out and took out the crutches left by the white-haired old man. On it were engraved the four characters "Old Man of Fortune and Longevity", which should be the name of the senior. I am afraid that no one will remember it many years later.

He still didn't leave and sat cross-legged again to enlightenment.

When you realize the Tao, don't forget to refine the infinite light.

As expected of the power of merit, he is indeed tenacious.

Since he was blessed with infinite light, he was tempering it with his source basically every day.

So far, it has not been able to be completely refined.

"Add the power of underworld marriage." Moon God reminded.

"The two forces are in conflict with each other, will they damage the immeasurable power?"

"Merit...is not as fragile as you think."

"You didn't tell me earlier if you had this trick." With a thought in his mind, Zhao Yun mobilized the power of the ghost, and together with the source, once again included the infinite power, turned on the full power, and played with the tempering of life.

Don't tell me, it's really useful.

Compared with the original source, it seems that the power of the ghost is better.
Chapter completed!