The path is still the same, and the weeds on both sides seem to have just been cut off.

The bluestone is mottled. Even if millions of years have passed, the bluestone on the ground is still the bluestone that left. The moist marks on the bluestone prove that there seems to be few people walking on this path.

Following the mottled path and following the familiar memories, Yang Sanyang saw the future at a glance and looked at the past self.

The eyes clashed, and I only understood who I was back then!

Despair in hope, stubbornness in despair.

Either die outside! Or, achieve immortality and cultivate a life of immortality for billions of years.

An inexplicable look appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he stepped on the moss, slowly walked towards the path in his memory and the thatched cottage.

He actually walked for three hours in just a few dozen miles.

Afar, I saw barbarians walking among the mountains in the distance, and smoke rising from the barbarian villages.

There are barbarians who are plowing the fields, and there are also barbarians who are hunting and fishing.

Walking on the mountain path, a call came from afar.

For some reason, the closer I get to the place of memory back then, the more I feel the more I feel that the rivers and the seas are, the more I feel mixed.

Suddenly, the forest disappeared, and a familiar wooden house came into view.

"Yeah, I'm back!"

Looking at the hut, Yang Sanyang blurted out for some reason.

Then, a wetness appeared in the corner of his eyes, and Yang Sanyang was stunned like a puppet, choking speechlessly.

After a long time, he came to his senses and looked at the hut in front of him. His figure suddenly became stunned. Looking at Xiaozhu in the distance, he showed a hint of disbelief in his eyes: "How could that Xiaozhu didn't change at all? Or did he look like I left?"

"Could it be? Yes, is still alive?" Yang Sanyang's heart beat wildly, and his mouth was dry and his body was soft, as if he had been drained.

However, he could not feel the breath of any living creature in the wooden house!

"Maybe, she went out?" An idea came to Yang Sanyang's mind, but he retorted himself: "Yes, how could he live for millions of years? This is simply impossible!"

Yang Sanyang's mind was filled with distractions, and he kept rolling and refuting back and forth. Before he knew it, the sky was getting darker and a candlelight in the wooden house was lit. I don't know when it would light up.

"Yeah! I'm back!" Yang Sanyang looked at the candlelight in the wooden house, and suddenly his heart seemed to be held by a big hand, and then he walked forward quickly. He was unstable and tripped by a bluestone, falling to the point of bleeding.

I quickly got up and looked at the bluestone. It was indeed the size of a millstone. I saw that the bluestone was round and seemed to have been smoothed out by time.

He stumbled to the front of the door. Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm, but trembled again, and his voice choked, "Yeah, the plate is back! I have already cultivated a body that is immortal for billions of years, I am back!"

In the wooden house, there are lights and no one can see them.

He trembled his fingers and slowly touched the wooden door. He saw that the wooden door was open in the wind, and the familiar decorations in the room instantly caught his eye.

On the bed, a woman in animal skin was wearing a light in the hazy light, holding a light in her hand, curling up quietly into a ball.

Wherever I shrank quietly, except for the time when the fire was pounding, there was no abnormal noise in the room.

"Yeah!" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure in the animal skin and the hazy outline in the lights, and couldn't help but tremble, and tears were filled with excitement: "You are still alive! You are still alive! You are still alive!"

He was so familiar with the outline! I am afraid that I will never forget it forever in this life!

More familiar than herself!

It was this figure who accompanied him through the most difficult years!

Ye'an quietly hugged the candlelight, like a child who was sleeping, with a trace of tears hanging on his face.

Tears were crystal clear, and crystal lights were shining under the candlelight.

It seems that the worst case did not happen!

"Thank God, you are still alive! I never believed that there would be miracles in this world before, but now I believe it!" Looking at the bed curled up in a ball, Yang Sanyang relaxed and felt relieved. He gradually regained his strength and slowly came to Ye's side. He gently stretched out a finger and poked Ye's armpit: "Yeah, the plate is back!"

However, he soon realized something was wrong!

Yes, so quiet that he didn't breathe. The tentacles were cold and as hard as iron.

His palms trembled and his breathing was disordered. Yang Sanyang fell straight to the ground like a drained ball.

"Yeah..." Yang Sanyang's lips kept trembling, and there was an unknown tone in his nasal cavity. His voice was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

"I'm back from the pan, why don't you talk?" Yang Sanyang quietly looked at the face in the light.

"The ancestors were dead millions of years ago!" A cold voice sounded, and a figure came behind Yang Sanyang at some point.

"Nonsense, you see, she is clearly alive! The tears on her face have not dried yet!" Yang Sanyang trembled his palms, slowly stretched out his hands, and touched his fingers with his cold cheeks.

Tears turned into crystals and fell into Yang Sanyang's hands.

"She just fell asleep!" Yang Sanyang held the two pearls, his heart tugging.

"She is dead!" the female voice emphasized again.

Yang Sanyang remained silent, just holding the two crystals and sat there blankly.

"The disciple bead in later generations has seen the ancestor plate!" The female voice didn't move when she saw Yang Sanyang, and fell to the ground with excitement.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and Yang Sanyang didn't say anything.

He looked at the one in front of him. Although he was smiling on his face, for some reason, he always felt that there was endless sorrow in his smile. That smile was even worse than crying.

He just stared blankly. After about half a month, Yang Sanyang slowly raised his head and looked at the decorations in the room. Finally, his eyes fell on the slightly petite figure: "How do you know that I am from the plate?"

"According to the records of the ancestors, no one has been able to get close to the ancestor's body three feet long since the ancestor was transformed. The light emitted a divine light, protecting the entire courtyard for millions of years without being polished by time!" The female voice knelt respectfully on the ground, touching the ground with her forehead: "The ancestor's official script records that my barbarian tribe has ancestors: plates, create calendars, straw ropes, and count the days, make bows and arrows, drive away wild animals, open grains, and fruits. Drill the flames to overcome the darkness. Later, the ancestors left and seek the wonderful method of immortality, but there was no record. Now that you touch the body of your ancestors, the lights will not hurt you at all. It must be the ancestor's return!"

Zhu's voice was full of excitement: "Historical records: When the return of the pan, the barbarians can live forever! When the ancestors return, my barbarians will surely enter a new era. The great change of my barbarians is coming!"

"Who are you?" Yang Sanyang slowly stood up, he looked at him carefully, and his whole body turned into a stone statue. The copper lamp was embedded in the stone statue.

Back then, the whispers that crossed time and space before their death continued to echo in my ears.

"The child is the 2000th generation legitimate granddaughter of the 200th generation. Because he has been familiar with the clan's age since he was a child and has a good writing skills, he became the chief historian of the barbarian tribe. He is responsible for coming here to clean up the remains of the ancestor every day!" Zhu quietly raised his head and glanced at Yang Sanyang who had completely transformed into a human, and shouted in his heart: "The ancestor must have turned into a god, otherwise how could he cultivate the body hair of the god?"

"Yeah...how did you die?" After hesitating for a long time, Yang Sanyang finally asked.

"Historical records show that my ancestors knew that they were not old and the end of the year was approaching, but they were unwilling to sit and wait for death. So they tasted all the herbs, either diarrhea, vomiting, rotting and swelling, vomiting three liters of blood, or broken bones... However, on the day when the end of the year, my ancestors held the green lamp and resolutely entered a dead land, fought against a monster, and seized the treasures of the day. Within three days of taking it, my body turned into bluestones!" The beads said this with a crackling sound.

It's simple, but in Yang Sanyang's ears, it's like a knife, and every sentence is stuck in his heart.

"Are you not willing? Ordinary people are like plants and trees, and they only know spring and autumn!" Yang Sanyang felt heartbroken and gently stroked his cheek: "I treat you as my own son and treat you as my own sister. I can give you everything I have, but unfortunately... I can't give you immortality!"

Yang Sanyang had tears in his eyes and his eyes were swollen: "I'm sorry to you!"

"Buzz~"

After Yang Sanyang's words fell, the Baolian lamp shook slightly, and it flew up from Ye's chest and quietly suspended in front of Yang Sanyang. Then, the divine light converged, and only a "bang" sound was heard. Except for Ye's body, all the decorations in the entire room: the animal skin, the bed, the bows and arrows on the wall, and the room turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"I'm thin!" Yang Sanyang looked at his skinny and skinny body, and the smile that was barely squeezed out from the stone sculpture's face, and tears couldn't help but shed tears.

"Old ancestor, my ancestor has stone carvings for my ancestors to open!" Zhu'er was stunned at this time and quickly took out a stone box from her arms.

Yang Sanyang was stunned for a moment, took the stone box, and after opening it, he saw a big smiling face carved on the stone slab the size of a palm.

A line of handwriting, after millions of years, is still unvarnished: "I'm waiting for the plate to come back!"

It's gone!

Aside from this, it’s gone!

"Waiting for thousands of years, do you have only one sentence to say to me?" Yang Sanyang held the stone slab and felt his heart was like a knife:

"You turned into a stone sculpture, but you had to cultivate a hundred million years of immortality before me. You really waited for me to come back! You really waited for me to come back!"

Yang Sanyang's eyes were blurred with tears. If he remembered correctly, the last sentence he said to Ye before leaving was: "Wait for me to come back!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You finally waited until I came back! You finally waited until I came back!" Yang Sanyang burst into shrill laughter, and Zhuer on the side was a little creepy, and he tentatively said: "Old ancestor, the ancestor once had a carving left behind, right in that stone cave..."
Chapter completed!