Along the way, the wind blew on my body, and there was a burning sensation, so I endured the discomfort and took out the bronze mirror.

"Chonghua, where are you?"

After a while, the bronze mirror lit up slightly, and a familiar voice came.

"Xuanyi, you're here after all!"

I said in a deep voice, "You are affected by me, how can I not come?"

He sighed: "The Southern Wilderness is just colder than the Heavenly Realm, there is no vicious fighting, and the quelling of the chaos is just an explanation to the outside world!"

I paused and listened to his response, feeling a chill in my bones, my chest rising and falling violently, and I couldn't help but retch again.

He hurriedly said up, "Are you injured?"

I slowed down and said softly, "I'll talk to you when I get there."

He was silent for a long time before he said, "I'm waiting for you in the sacrificial tower of the Southern Wilderness."

I cheered up and flew for half a day to reach the place where Chonghua was.

When I landed, I almost didn't stand firm, but he immediately helped me and said with concern: "You are so weak now, what has happened?"

I said listlessly, "Help me to sit down, and then talk slowly."

After I sat down, his eyes were always on my face, and I picked up the tea, frowned, and put the cup down.

He didn't say a word, walked up to me to take the pulse, and instantly looked at me with a gloomy face.

"You really don't care about your own life, the Thousand Silk Medicine is the most damaging to your cultivation!"

I propped my forehead and said helplessly: "The Heavenly Monarch has made an order, how can I not obey!"

He didn't know why, his brows tightened, and he asked in surprise: "When did the Heavenly Monarch also give you an order, I miscalculated!"

I laughed miserably and said, "What does this have to do with you, the Heavenly Monarch intends to be in the Qinglong, but it is difficult to make a move because of the name of the God of War, so I made up a fair and honest reason to send me to the Heavenly Realm."

"Why are you going?"

I lowered my head and said in a gloomy tone: "Qinglong has a deep hatred in the sea of blood, and he has been strong enough to hold on to this point alone, and there has never been a day of peace. If I go to the heavenly realm and can give him a few days of peace, it will be worth it! ”

He said faintly: "But he will never let go of Qinglong!"

"I know that I have made up my mind that no matter what the outcome is, I will stand with him, whether I live or die."

He stared at me for a long time without saying a word, and after a few moments, he helped me to my feet, and said with a blank face, "I'll help you go for a walk."

He pointed to the distance and said, "Over there is the wilderness."

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and under the dim sky, there were several stone pillars standing in the overgrown wilderness, with prayer flags tied to them, fluttering in the cold wind.

I looked back at him, and he just stared blankly, with no sadness in his eyes, only indifference.

"Still not relieved?"

He said "um", and laughed at himself: "I thought that if I became an immortal and became a god, I would no longer have the troubles of mortals, but now the immortal road is long, and the imprint of the past is deep in my heart and lingers."

I pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Since ancient times, regret is the most painful, whether it is in front of me or in my heart, it is grinding all the time."

He looked at me, nodded, turned and wiped his face.

When he turned back again, he squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "Everything is not as you like, only by letting go can you be peaceful."

I shook my head, looked at the prayer flags raised in the wind, and said slowly: "It is not easy to be a person, it is for immortals who have never experienced it, if they have experienced it, they will not forget it until death."

He replied in a muffled voice, "Haven't you forgotten?"

I looked at him with a resolute look on my face and said, "Naturally, I won't forget!"

After being silent for a long time, he sneered and said, "You live more clearly than me!"

I looked at him very seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Chonghua, have you ever regretted the decision you made in the first place?"

Without hesitation, he shook his head and said, "I don't think my decision was wrong!"

"If you had another chance, would you make another choice?"

He said, "Probably not."

I smiled and said, "That is destined to have regrets, so why do you have to let go!"

He sighed, staring blankly at everything in front of him, tears unconsciously slipping down.

"Shang Jun, my son is buried here, father, there will be no day to see each other again!"

The helplessness of the immortals is that they will never have the opportunity to enter the earthly realm in this life, and their relatives will never see each other again. As soon as relatives enter reincarnation, they will not be seen in the next life.

I turned my face away, and my heart was even more sour, maybe I had gained it, but I would be sad when I lost it.

In the long journey of immortals, time overlaps countless times, but their existence is like a moment.

In the long life of an immortal, he will always remember, but he will never have a chance to make up for it, only the knot of his heart that he is unwilling to let go.