In the Kunlun Snow Palace, an immortal once said that the dead will be displaced, but the living will not be released. Once the soul is gone, it will be the same as the grass in autumn.
The corpse is reborn and wanders around the world. It should be tolerated by hundreds of sects of the immortal family and be hunted down by corpse demons. On this day, the young man woke up from his coffin, his blood was withered and his bones were cold. When he opened his eyes, he was already a hundred years old.
A tear from an immortal can shed light on a dream from the past. Instead of cultivating immortality, cultivating mortal death, and not seeking hatred for the eternal sorrow, I only wish to grow old and gentle in this life, and the white clouds do not envy the fairyland.
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