The joy was completely cut off, and no trace of it remained.

Thunder rumbled and thunder exploded, a cold wind rolled down the mountain and a drizzle stirred up a few jackdaws. The young Taoist Yunxiu was swept away by the cold wind, and many images and choices flashed through his eyes——

A stubborn person.

Those who ask for but cannot get.

One who is enlightened but not freed from it.

All kinds of pictures, countless possibilities, love and hate, attachment in the world of mortals, eventually turned into a three-foot lonely grave.

See all sentient beings, see yourself, and see the great road.

After hearing the Tao, you will see life and death!

The Taoist heart that Qi Wuhuo nurtured along the way was as if it was illuminated by the thunder that split the sky. It became cold and sober. His confusion seemed not worth mentioning. He only felt that the road was vast and desolate, and a feeling of loneliness and coldness came over his face.

Although he still didn't know the experience of the senior brother in front of him, Qi Wuhuo suddenly remembered the mountain god's complex sigh that encompassed countless emotions -

On the road to eternal life.

All the corpses!

Fellow Taoist, take care of it.

ps:
Chapter completed!