When my perspective left Kunlun Mountain, Xu Fu never appeared again.
He has been watching everything from Zou Yan's perspective, on the other side of Kunlun Mountain.
In a cave shrouded in clouds and mist, a figure was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.
This man was wearing a dirty purple robe and had a haggard face. He was Zou Yan who had just experienced a life-and-death fight.
In front of him lay a woman on the ground, with a broken spear beside her.
At this time, the spiritual bones were already in disrepair, and blood was flowing from many wounds on his body.
It was obviously after a fierce battle, but now there was no trace of anger.
Zou Yan looked at the spirit bones lying on the ground and whispered: "Xiao Ling"
Zou Yan gently stroked Linggu's soft hair, his eyes filled with pity.
He understood that in order to save himself, the spirit bone would not hesitate to put himself in danger to block the fatal blow.
This loyalty and friendship towards him really moved him.
He knew very well that although spiritual bones were not human beings, they were more loyal and braver than humans.
They lived together, relying on each other, and spent many days and nights.
When the sun shines on Kunlun Mountain, Zou Yan decides to leave this desolate place.
He understands that this is no longer his destination and he needs to find a new home.
So, he took the dead bones and embarked on a new journey alone.
They crossed the vast grasslands, climbed over the mountains and ridges, and experienced numerous hardships along the way.
However, Zou Yan did not feel tired or desperate, because there was a small white beast behind him that he had driven away, looking at him from a distance.
Zou Yan could feel that he had personally taken care of this little beast and had taken good care of it.
How much he wanted to be with him, this little life gave him endless strength and courage.
But Zou Yan knew in his heart that he might really have to retreat this time.
He could no longer implicate this little beast, and he could not let it die with him.
So, he endured the reluctance and sadness in his heart and continued to walk forward.
Along the way, he felt the little beast's reluctance and attachment, and could only pretend not to notice.
Therefore, he did not want his beloved little beast to witness the moment of his surrender.
Only in this way could he make the little beast forget this tragic memory.
With persistence and perseverance, Zou Yan finally came to a mountain peak despite being seriously injured.
This mountain peak is majestic and shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it is the gateway to fairyland.
Zou Yan stopped, looked at the mountain peak in front of him, and took a deep breath.
He decided to complete his remaining mission on this mountain peak.
So, he searched for a suitable place on the mountain peak and prepared to build his own cemetery.
Seeing the little beast behind him that refused to leave, Zou Yan finally relented.
Holding the spirit bone in his arms, he stopped and turned to look at the little beast: "Xiaobai, come here, I have something to ask you to do."
The snow-white little beast heard the person he cared about most looking at him affectionately and still calling him over.
He immediately ran a few steps quickly, stopped timidly at Zou Yan's feet, and gently rubbed Zou Yan's calf with his soft little head.
Zou Yan took out a scroll from his arms and said softly: "Xiao Bai, take this ancient scroll and go to the place above to wait for me."
"After I finish my work, I will come back to you in a while."
"Remember, protect what I give you, and I will go find you to get it."
The little snow-white beast nodded seriously and took the scroll from Zou Yan's hand.
He called out to Zou Yan in a low voice and reluctantly touched Zou Yan with his head again.
"Go on, leave quickly, don't look back until I tell you."
Zou Yan made up his mind and started to drive the little snow-white beast away quickly, because he knew that he didn't have much time left.
The little beast seemed to understand something, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still turned around and left.
Zou Yan watched the little beast disappear into the forest, then slowly turned around and continued his mission.
The little beast's eyes were full of tears, and he walked slowly, somewhat reluctant to leave.
Watching the little beast gradually disappear from sight, Zou Yan sighed softly and came to the top of the mountain with the spirit bones in his arms.
At this moment, Zou Yan was ready for everything. He sat cross-legged on a boulder and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
He understood that his injuries were too serious and there was no way he could save himself, so he could only preserve his heritage through military relief.
Select a flat spot on the top of the mountain and start digging a hole. This pit will become his resting place.
As the pit was dug deeper and deeper, Zou Yan's injuries became more and more serious, and blood stained the ground red.
However, he did not stop until the pit was dug, then he gently put down the spirit bones and lay down himself.
He looked up at the sky, with no fear or regret in his heart, only longing and expectation for the little beast.
"Xiao Bai, you have to live well and wait for me."
I found that the pit suited me very well, but I felt it was a bit shallow, so I could only forcefully use Tao techniques to enlarge the hole.
Although Cai Youcai forced a smile with satisfaction, he picked up the spirit bones on the ground and walked towards the mountainside.
When Zou Yan went up the mountain, he found a place where Yin Qi formed a hole on the mountainside.
The earth's veins are passing through here, and there will always be some earth energy left to nourish this place.
He casually cut off thick trees and made a simple thin-skinned coffin for the spiritual bones.
There is no way around this thin-skinned coffin without any color.
At this moment, it was the only thing Zou Yan could leave behind for his spiritual bones.
He dug a pit deep enough to bury the coffin and put the coffin in it reluctantly.
He also placed the broken weapon that Linggu had used, the spear shaft of the Changyue, next to Linggu.
He said bitterly: "Xiao Ling, I'm afraid I will leave with you this time."
"But you still have a chance, you still have a chance to break through, you are an immortal corpse."
"Although you occupy Fuhao's body, I know you are not Fuhao."
"Don't worry, I have long understood Xu Fu's character. Knowing that he is immortal, how can I not think of countermeasures?"
"So, I will go through the nine reincarnations of heaven and man, and be reincarnated in the long river of history."
"Maybe one day, you and I will meet again in the future."
It was like two old friends saying goodbye and agreeing to meet again in the future.
Zou Yan dragged his tired body and climbed to the top of this mountain peak again.
He came to the edge of the deep pit he dug for himself, quietly entered the pit, and sat cross-legged.
With a wave of one hand, dust fell from the top of the pit, and it was quickly sealed.
"Nine-turn heavenly beings have nine-turn immortality"
After saying this, Zou Yan's breath gradually disappeared, and the entire mountain peak fell into silence.
At the foot of the mountain, the snow-white beast stopped and looked back at the top of the mountain.
It seemed to feel something, and suddenly it looked up to the sky and howled, its voice full of sorrow and reluctance.
After roaring to the sky, the little beast turned around and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.
However, in the following days, there was a legend in this mountain forest.
According to legend, there is a small psychic beast that comes to this mountain peak every year and roars to the sky.
It is missing a person, a person who has been so kind to it.
And this person has turned into dust on the top of the mountain and passed away.
Perhaps many years later, this mountain peak will welcome a young man with extraordinary splendor and splendor.
