The girl met his gaze and smiled crookedly.

As immortal cultivators in the elven realm, their longevity and growth are very long.

Even if you don't enter the Immortal Dao, you are much longer than the average human race.

Since the girl became sensible, she blinked her eyes more than once and said, "Why don't we get out of here."

He remembered that Master just smiled and shook his head.

For immortal cultivators, fate is very important.

If you can meet this licowood flower, you are half a step away from longevity, and that is fate.

You can't give up the heaven-sent fate, otherwise it will be harmful to your Dao heart.

He also accepted Master's point of view.

So after the master left, the girl asked herself with a smile if she wanted to leave, and he decisively chose to shake her head.

"If you want to go, if you want to see other places, that's fine." Here is his answer.

What Master thought back then, he didn't know.

But in his heart, since the nectar of the flower of the sweet wood is only one drop, and it is his turn in order, then whichever day it blooms, this nectar is his own.

What you pay is nothing more than years of sitting under the buds, looking up and waiting for the nectar to fall.

This also means that the nectar and the girl have no chance.

So he felt that there was no need for the girl to accompany him.

If you want to leave, then leave.

The tree of sweet wood is so big, maybe there are other reasons.

However, the girl just shook her head, "If I leave, there will be no one to accompany my brother."

Hearing these words warmed his heart.

But then the girl said, "If one day, when the senior brother has fallen, and the buds have not yet opened, will it be my turn?"

He was so choked that he couldn't say a word, and he didn't know what it was like to feel in his heart.

It was so strange that he could only think so.

Fortunately, the girl was only half-joking, and she didn't have the heart to covet the nectar.

Since she decided to stay with her, she really did it.

Although the Tree of Sweet Wood is large, it is not absolutely just the two of them who can come here.

The immortal cultivators of the elven realm who lived on this tree, their movement was leaning on the trunk of the branch.

Although the branches and trunks can be said to be endless, there are always other elven realm cultivators who accidentally penetrate into it.

Visitors know that there is a sweet tree flower here, and it is inevitable that other thoughts will arise.

So in fact, their lives are not absolutely peaceful.

There are always intruders and they need to fight.

The two of them have inherited the same lineage, and with their long-term cultivation, their strength can be said to be very strong.

There is no shortage of aura in the Tree of Ganmu, and the only trouble is the fairy fate.

Fortunately, there are other immortal cultivators who have arrived, and you can get a little immortal fate by killing them.

There are a lot of impurities, but it's better than nothing.

So the days here are either waiting or killing.

How many years have passed, in fact, he did not deliberately calculate.

When I first came here, the leaves under my feet were about ten zhang in size, but now, I am afraid there are hundreds or thousands of zhang.

It's so large that it obscures everything below.

And the sweet wood flower on the top of the head is getting bigger and bigger.

The bud swayed slightly, holding buds waiting to be released.

Their heaven and earth are only the buds above their heads and the leaves under their feet.

Gradually, the sunlight did not shine in, and the surrounding scenery became dark.

In such a place, a man and a woman, what they do every day is to wait.

Spend a lot of time waiting for that moment to bloom, and the eternal life that follows.

Every time he had to give up, he always comforted himself that after persevering for so long, maybe it would be a little worse.

That's right, just a little bit.

On this day, he sighed, after all, he had maintained a posture of raising his head for many years, for immortal cultivators

Words, you will still be tired.

He moved his neck, turned his head to look at the girl and smiled, "Senior sister, maybe......"

He didn't finish the sentence.

Because he realized that the girl not far away was already full of silver hair.

They have a long lifespan, but they don't last forever.

In the process of pursuing eternity, they are eroded by time little by little, and slowly grow old.

The former girl, although her face still remains young, her hair has turned white.

Immortal art can maintain appearance, but it is not omnipotent.

Not only that, but he also felt that the aura on the girl's body was gradually thinning.

There are not many immortals, and the divine consciousness begins to weaken, and the divine soul and divine thoughts have also become turbid.

This is a sign of the fall, and no one can stop it.

The only hope is the nectar above the head.

But there is only one drop of nectar......

But I don't know why, at this moment he smiled, laughing helplessly.

There is only one drop of nectar, but if you can save your sister and let her live forever, it can be said that her years of waiting will be worth it.

On the contrary, if you get it, the price is the fall of your junior sister.

He suddenly felt that he was more afraid of loneliness than eternal life.

For so many years, without the company of his junior sister, he would definitely not be able to persevere.

Seeing his thoughts clearly, it seems that a stone has fallen to the ground in his heart.

He smiled, "Senior sister, come here."

The woman slowly came to him, sat down close to his arms, and was exactly as she had been a child.

It's been a long, long time since the two of them were like this.

The woman closed her eyes in satisfaction: "Senior brother, you are also old."

Old, this word, in the world of immortal cultivators, should not exist.

But for them, that's the truth.

Old, either for other reasons, or old.

He stroked the woman's silver hair, "It's okay, maybe it will bloom tomorrow."

When you drink the nectar, you can get through this."

"But," the woman shook her head slightly, "I drank nectar and gained eternal life, but my brother didn't.

Without Senior Brother, what's the point of me continuing to exist."

He pursed his lips, but could only force a smile: "It doesn't matter, when you drink the nectar, Senior Brother still has time, we can go and see the outside world."

The Tree of Sweet Wood is so big, there must be a Flower of Sweet Tree."

It's hard to find, but there's always hope, isn't it?

The woman sighed indifferently, "Senior brother, I don't need nectar.

For me, the outside world doesn't matter anymore.

In this life, my brother is my world."

After saying this, she shrank her head and did not move.

And he was stunned.

He looked at himself, and he was indeed old.

The limbs began to show visible atrophy.

Looking inside the world, the Qizang Divine Mansion is full of cracks.

And the original god is also dying.

I don't know when I became like this.

And the changes in myself, the junior sister has been watching, year after year, day after day, endlessly.

Looking around again, it was pitch black everywhere.

The leaves under your feet, the flowers of the rosewood overhead, all have a hazy outline.

Is it worth it? He hesitated for the first time, which was a sign of unstable Dao heart.

However, having come this far, there is no turning back.

He hugged his sister, felt her aura dissipate a little, and prayed for the day when the flowers of the sweet wood would bloom.

As the years passed, he felt that he had become numb.

When you have your head up, it's hard to take it back.

On this day, in his cloudy eyes, a sparkling light suddenly appeared.

This change lifted his spirits.

Then, he smelled the flowers.

Yes, it was a floral scent that had never been seen before, and just by inhaling this scent, he immediately felt that he seemed to be younger.

The Divine Soul and Divine Consciousness and so on have been nourished.

He realized that this was the phenomenon of the sweet tree flower about to bloom.

Sure enough, the buds on the top of the head stretched out a little.

With that, there is a follow-up.

As the petals bloom and pollen falls, the area is filled with a strange aroma.

Even the aura and the fairy fate seem to be thick.

The appearance of the strange treasures of heaven and earth is really extraordinary.

He smiled and looked down at the woman in his arms, "Senior sister, we have finally waited for the flowers to bloom.

You ......."

You will have eternal life right away.

It's a pity that the words ended up in his mouth and didn't come out.

Because the woman in her arms has closed her eyes, there is no fluctuation.

The body also withered rapidly, and then began at the end, gradually dissolving into nothingness.

Just a little bit, she still fell before him.

"This ......," he smiled, "I can't accept such an outcome!"

Obviously, he has made up his mind to give up this drop of nectar, why is it still such a result.

He couldn't accept it, and he threw his head up and yelled, "Why!"

No one answered him, only the silent blooming of the petals.

A little light fell, allowing him to see very clearly that the girl in his arms was slowly disappearing.

The existence that has accompanied him for countless years is finally gone.

The last particularly sweet aroma came, and he opened his mouth, and then felt a drop of cold something fall into his mouth.

It's very sweet, but he can't eat it.

He finally got the nectar he wanted and gained eternal life.

The nectar entrance, sure enough, the whole person has changed.

The physical primordial spirit, all restored to the appearance of youth, impeccable.

But the hole in his heart can no longer be repaired.

He stood up with the woman in his arms, and the sound of the girl's laughter echoed in his ears.

"Senior brother, why don't we get out of here and see the outside world."

How many times she said it, he couldn't remember.

I said it too many times, and it was so much that the girl slowly stopped talking.

Together, the two accepted the choice.

Now that the flowers of the sweet wood are in full bloom, he has attained perfection.

also succeeded, turning himself into a person.

Having obtained what he looked up for, he only then remembered to look at the outside world.

So he hugged the woman and walked forward step by step, to the edge of the leaves.

Great leaves, he walked for a while.

But this period of time, for him, is the most exciting time in the past thousands of years.

Because there is an expectation in his heart, because he wants to give it a try according to her idea.

He came to the edge of the leaves and looked down.

At this glance, he suddenly smiled again.

The leaves of the tree they were on, very high, were probably part of the very top part of the Sweet Tree.

So when he looked at it, he could basically see a large part of the Sweet Tree clearly.

He saw countless flowers of lico, like stars, scattered around the tree.

Yes, a myriad of ligantic flowers.

After drinking the nectar that can live forever, the flower of the sweet tree that gives birth to nectar, who told you that there is only one.

Who says it's just rare?

Who is defined as:

Is it unattainable?

The reason why this has become such a result is just the cocoon of the immortal cultivators.

He could imagine that under each flower, there was an immortal cultivator who was exactly like him, looking up for many years, waiting for the flower to bloom.

They always look up, but no one thinks to look down.

When I first discovered it, the leaves under my feet were not large, and I only needed to walk a few steps to see the scene below.

But his master didn't do that, and he didn't do that.

In their eyes, there is only the bud of the sweet tree flower on the top of their heads.

Looking at the girl who was gradually disappearing in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder if his junior sister had already walked to the edge of the leaves and saw the scene below.

So why, she never told herself.

She couldn't tell herself the answer.

If there is a next life...... Well! It's not possible for him anymore.

Because he has attained eternal life, there is no such thing as a second life.

The cause and effect of the two ended with her fall.

Unless he also dies, it means that the cause and effect of the two are still possible.

At this moment, when he gained eternal life, the first thing he thought of was death.

What a ridiculous idea!

He looked up at the sky, "I lost, I understand!

I want a quid pro quo!"

After saying this, a ray of light suddenly shot into the originally dark sky.

The light shone straight through him.

Faintly, you can hear the source of the light, a slight laughter.

This laughter, with deep irony.

He thought that this was the laughter of the demon in his heart, and he was stunned.

Then he felt that his Qizang Divine Mansion was heating up.

Looking down at the inner world, a flame actually burned in the Qizang Divine Mansion.

It was the first time he had seen that flame, but as an immortal cultivator, there were some things that he could understand without saying anything.

Robbery! And it's the ultimate catastrophe.

Since the beginning of the world, there have been countless immortal cultivators who have died under the thunderstorm, and some have fallen because of demons.

But the robbery is indeed the first time I have seen it.

I didn't expect this first time to be very honored to be myself.

Is this the answer given to me by the laws of heaven?

The calamity fire burned and soon spread to the entire Qizang Divine Mansion, as well as his own Nine Divine Powers.

He watched as his primordial spirit fell into a large sea of fire.

However, he was calm, and his primordial spirit did not make any movements.

His flesh began to burn, but he didn't feel any pain.

On the contrary, there was a hint of joy in his heart.

That's fine, the exchange he wants, that's it.

It is better to be reborn in the fire than to live forever.

Of course, whether there really is an afterlife, in fact, he does not know.

And yet he was satisfied!

Seeing that he was about to turn to ashes, he finally lowered his head and looked at the world below.

It turns out that sometimes...... There's a different world under your feet......