Remembering the worn, broken manuscript that had been wrapped in the beautifully packaged book, Shadow Meng sighed.

It used to be a beautiful town. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and the men and women raised are beautiful. The people who live here have no quarrel with the world. There is no intrigue here, everyone is single-minded.

However, this town, which is as beautiful as a peach blossom paradise, with falling cherry blossoms and happiness, is like a fairy tale, and it can't escape the erosion of reality after all.

The arrival of a plague crushed everything. The town, once full of laughter, was full of wails for a while.

The Immortal Monarch returned to his hometown and watched the beauty he had worked so hard to protect come to naught. No matter how hard he tried, there was only one cry in response.

Once a person has an obsession, he will not become like himself, even if he is an immortal monarch standing at the pinnacle of power.

Each sound was like a sword piercing his heart. The word of his faith was broken.

If the things he held on to could be destroyed so easily, why did he still hold on? If he cultivated to the peak but couldn't keep the things he wanted to protect, what was the purpose of cultivation?

He went crazy and gave up everything. He used all his cultivation to create this formation.

Everything in the town was as beautiful as a peach blossom paradise, but it was only the most beautiful thing he remembered.

The dead reappear as a soul. That Immortal Monarch also created that small world, and planned to spend it here forever.

Never born, never dead, never superborn.

However, the joy of the past is gone, and behind the beauty is only endless suffering.

The souls of those trapped can only linger in this town, forever accompanying the selfish Immortal Monarch. Day after day, year after year. They are angry, they are unwilling, but they have nowhere to vent, and in the end they can only become walking corpses who cannot be reincarnated. And the living can only be constantly erased from their memories and keep repeating the same plot.

All of them are like puppets that have lost their souls. According to the beauty that the immortal monarch thought in his heart, he performed the story of the past.

That's the price behind beauty. The brighter the thing, the greater the shadow behind it.

No matter how beautiful it is, it is an illusory illusion after all. chose to indulge in illusion and vain reality, he is no longer the immortal monarch he once was.

It's like confirming the story of the shadow dream. Golden dots of light emerged from the stumps and severed arms around them. Each point of light turned into a spirit, densely floating in the air.

The formation shattered, and they were free. Liberated from eternal calamity, they can't wait to go to reincarnation. Their gratitude turned into a golden light and fell on everyone present, whoever unlocked the eternal calamity for them was their benefactor. It is the power of merit.

The power of merit was scattered from the air, and it fell on the body as soft as a feather.

The faint golden light contains a rich energy, and it seems to have a warm current when it falls on the body.

As the sun sets, countless points of light pass through the clouds and fall on the dilapidated ruins, everything looks unusually warm.

The golden light is refracted in the mist, as if a path of light is faintly paved on the other side to symbolize freedom.

It's beautiful, beautiful beyond words.

Light and shadow move with the wind. In the vast water vapor, it is like a seven-colored halo. Brilliant as a diamond, extremely gorgeous, like a fantasy.

The light falls on the body, like a babbling river brushing through the heart, smoothing all impetuousness. It turns out that reality can be so beautiful.

"It is precisely because there is an end that life becomes precious and unique. Wang Huansheng's exclamation plate sounded with the Sanskrit singing. Shrouded in merit, he looked low and solemn.

Shadow Dream was in the golden light, and countless points of light danced around her like butterflies. The tiny butterfly is still free, but she can only live in the chess game of fate. In the final analysis, she is just a chess piece in the hands of the inner group, trapped in this net woven by wealth and glory, and experiencing the eternal catastrophe of power over and over again.

Rolling red dust, very beautiful, but also very bitter. The prosperity of the past is always so crumbling, and the future is always so precarious. It takes courage to face the truth, but it is not a crime to indulge in an ethereal illusion.

While the two were immersed in their own thoughts. There was a calm voice in Yang's ears. "So the people of the Southern Immortal Realm are good people. ”

The atmosphere of instant realization shattered.

Shadow Dream didn't know how he came to this conclusion, to be precise, how he said such irrational things with the dignity of an unusual person.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, and then looked at the power of merit scattered around them. As he spoke, there was a burst of silence. A moment later.

Yang looked away with a cold expression, "Impossible." ”

Wang Huansheng covered his face with one hand, his head full of black lines, "It's too disillusioned." ”

Shadow Dream crouched on the ground. "Your friend's three views have been shattered and are being reshaped, please do not disturb. ”

"Wow, what luck I was to meet two target people just after I came out. ”

This voice seems to be from the Southern Immortal Realm. So why did they stand there just now? Hearing this voice, the three of them reflexively stood up, turned around and ran.

The people who were left behind in the Southern Immortal Realm looked confused.

"Why are they running?"

"Both of them are intelligent ghosts, and maybe they perceive something that we don't perceive. ”

"Then let's withdraw first. ”

"Okay, anyway, the mission is done. ”

The three of them ran for a while and found that the people from the Southern Immortal Realm had not caught up.

Shadow Dream suddenly sensed something very important. "Why are we running?"

Wang Huansheng gasped and gave Ying Meng a violent shudder. "Then you still need to ask, of course, because you can't beat ......." Wait, why can't you beat it?

There were only five people on the other side, four mortal immortals, and one Ling immortal. And the three of them on their side, Yang Dian is a mortal immortal, Wang Huansheng is a Xuan Immortal when he unlocks the seal, and Ying Meng is a Ling Immortal. It is not an exaggeration to say victory against one Xuan Immortal against three mortal immortals.

At the beginning, it took a long time for Ying Meng to fight against more than 10,000 mortal immortals. If it weren't for her soft-heartedness, she was suppressed by the number of opponents and the wheel battle was flattened, how could she be so embarrassed.

So why are they running?

Could it be that they have been cut too much by the people of the Southern Immortal Realm, and the first reaction when they see them subconsciously is to retreat. Damn rigid thinking.

"If we run back and cut them now, will we look a little retarded?" Wang Huansheng asked from the depths of his soul.

"Not very mentally retarded, very mentally retarded. Forget it, anyway, we know that we have the strength to take revenge. Let's eat and drink enough, and then go and clean them up. The first person who just ran please eat. Shadow Dream yawned.

The first person to run winked at Shadow Meng, "It's not fair, everyone has run, why don't we use the back of our palms and hands to decide who will invite you to dinner." ”

Shadow Dream instantly realized that before completely ending the journey to the secret realm, he must rectify Yang Dark.

A moment later, in a hot and sour noodle restaurant on the edge of the city, Yang's cold face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, and the two of them raised their eyebrows. Yimo instigated a mouthful of noodles fiercely. "Sour to the extreme, it's a magical taste. Do you know what happens when it hurts?"

"Soreness. I wonder if this boy knows what will happen to me when he meets Shuang?"

"Sour. Do you dare to ask your Excellency what will become when he touches his heart?"

"Sad, hahaha!"

In the midst of the noise, a butterfly outside the window crashed into a cobweb. After struggling for a moment, there was no movement.