White clouds and dogs, the years are long.

Three thousand years of vicissitudes and vicissitudes, the battle of Qianshatu, which shocked the entire Six Realms back then, has gradually been forgotten by the world.

Only him, and only him, for more than a thousand years after awakening, occasionally came here, stepped on the white sand that had long been washed away by Wei Shui, and thought about the past.

Imagine ......

That woman!

The wind blew from the birch forest behind him, blowing the white cloak he was wearing, and a strand of purple hair jumped out of the cloak, fluttering wantonly in the air, and he raised his hand to brush the dancing hair, smoothing it on his chest.

At this time, it was mid-autumn, and the cold wind was blowing more and more urgently, and a leaf floated from behind and fell into the water in front of him.

The leaves float on the surface of the water and flow eastward with the current.

Time is like water, never going back, the flow of time will never stop, everything is changing with it, so what is eternal in this world?

Back then, she was standing on the bank of this Wei Shui, looking back in the wind, and asked him with a smile: Instantly, what do you say is eternal in this world?

He once thought that she was eternal.

There is still her whispering in her ears: as long as the soul of this life is immortal, it will depend on the instant and eternity.

However, in the blink of an eye, it was also on this Thousand Sands Journey that Emperor Xin assisted the Tiger King in his rebellion, and millions of troops were gathered here, which was the largest civil strife in the history of the Demon Realm.

The sleepless fighting, the blood and qi covered the sun, stained all the stratus clouds, soaked in the white sand, and the corpses on the ground were piled up like mountains, placed in the guarded water, blocking and intercepting the flow, and the mighty murderous aura rushed straight into the sky, shaking the six realms.

With a human body, she proudly stood on the blades of the demons and ghosts, like a cold wind and a cold snow, killing life and death, but ...... She is human after all.

After the Tiger King cast the "Seal of the King" and seriously injured her, he went against her wishes for the first time and launched the "Moon Reflecting Technique" again to transfer all the attacks she suffered to himself, so as to give the Immortal Emperor a chance to hurt him.

She once said: I will not die for an instant.

He believed her so much that he believed this sentence, and he ignored the second half of the sentence that she didn't say. Just like the Santu River back then, in the face of Su Qian's remnant soul, she made the decision to give up her life.

The autumn wind rattled the birch groves, and the dead leaves broke free from their branches and swirled and floated past him, and he reached out to catch a dead leaf.

With a slight twist of his fingers, the dry leaves without a little moisture turned into debris and drifted away, leaving only the thick veins of the leaves in his hands.

Once, he was tired of the world.

After Su Qian's death, life, for him, is nothing more than the conditions needed for revenge.

Until the top of Yang Mountain, I met her.

Coarse linen clothes, bamboo baskets, surrounded by a faint fragrance of herbs, at that moment, he felt that she looked like Su Qian, but it was only the moment of the first meeting.

She is a completely different woman from Su Qian, even the medicinal fragrance on her body is very different, and the rich earthly atmosphere can't hide the snowfield in her eyes, the whiteness of the dust, and the cold arrogance of loneliness and indifference.

How much do these eyes resemble his?

seems to be destined in the dark, and the heart that has long been indifferent and traceless has once again given birth to attachment.

In the battle of Qianshatu, the moment the "Phantom Scythe" of the Underworld Emperor Xin was raised above his head, he realized the depth of this affection, and he raised his eyes, not far away was her towering figure surrounded by tiger demons.

It is rumored in the Six Realms that in the battle of Qianshatu, the Hades Emperor Xin and the Demon King died in an instant.

Only he knows that the Demon King is still alive, he is still alive!

For a long time, the Emperor of Heaven wanted to subdue the other five realms and respect him as the lord of the six realms, and he naturally would not let go of the excellent opportunity of the demon clan's civil strife, so he sent his youngest son Zishuo Shenjun to lead 500,000 divine soldiers to Qianshatu, wanting to reap the benefits of the fisherman and subdue the demon realm in one fell swoop.

However, what no one expected was that after the Zishuo Divine Monarch arrived, the army of 1.3 million people in the three realms of demons, underworlds, and gods was slaughtered in just seven days, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

In the Six Realms, no one guessed this mystery, until he woke up from his slumber and saw the golden Heavenly Palace, and saw his own purple hair.

In that instant, he understood it all.

Two thousand years, he slept for two thousand years.

In the past two thousand years, the three worlds of gods, underworlds, and demons have competed to encroach on the demon world, and hundreds of demon races have defected or been destroyed.

However, all this has nothing to do with him.

The world is divided and united, and the six worlds are alive or dead, and he doesn't care. The only thing he cared about was the woman who slaughtered the armies of demons, underworlds, and gods with her own strength, and the woman who went against the way of heaven and earth to gather souls for him to be reborn.

On the third day of his awakening, he asked the Emperor of Heaven to say goodbye to the Divine Realm and the Human Realm Yangshan Yusu Palace, where they first met.

Yangshan is still verdant and has not changed for thousands of years.

The sun rises in the east and the moon sets in the west, he has been searching in the world for more than a thousand years, but he can't find half of her.

The manzhu sawa that was full of demons on the hillside has been burned to ashes by the bridge, could it be that the white snow like moonlight will also melt in the years?

The dead leaves in his hands have all been twisted into microcrumbs, and so are the veins, he stands on the road of a thousand sands, looking up to the sky and sighing: In this world, what is eternal?

The years have passed, and he can't go back to the past, and what he loves, hates, and bears has come to an end. Her existence has become the only reason for him to live in the world.

She is a cultivator of the gods in the past generations, the cycle of life and death and the soul is immortal, more than 3,000 years, there is no news of the birth of the ghost sacrifice in the Six Realms, the ghost sacrifice is a divine soldier who signed a soul contract with her, and the ghost sacrifice cannot be made, which means that the contract is still there, and the contract is still there, which means that she is still alive.

However, it has been more than a thousand years since he woke up, and he has been looking for her in the world for more than a thousand years, and he still hasn't seen her half-wiped figure.