She is still the little, thin, yellow-haired girl.

She never complained at all about this.

By the ninety-eighth year, the centenary was only two years away.

Xin Lin arrived at Yangquan Temple again.

"Little girl, why don't you give up?"

The master of Yangquan Palace was lazily looking at Xiao Xinlin.

What a weird thing. Ninety-eight years have passed, and even a piece of rock has probably been turned into powder by the wind and sun.

The female doll in front of me is still the same as before.

Every year, she comes to Yangquan Temple.

Just to take a look at Ye Lingyue's physical body.

When she came, she didn't say anything. She just sat next to Ye Lingyue's body and sat silently for an hour, seeming to be communicating with Ye Lingyue silently.

Everything in Yangquan Temple has not changed, including Ye Lingyue's body.

But outside Yangquan Temple and Hongmeng Heaven, everything is no longer in use.

Those broken Three Realms continents left in the Ninety-nine Lands are already riddled with holes.
Chapter completed!