Chapter 1298 Final Chapter

"Cultivation is really slow." Wang Xuan sat at the table by the window, and didn't move his chopsticks much for the famous specialties on this planet.

Instead, he drank a few sips of a drink squeezed from the bark. It was slightly bitter at first, and then a faint fragrance flowed slowly in his mouth, bringing out a little sweetness.

It has been nearly a hundred years since he threw the Taoist paper into the back of the life soil. He practiced in the decayed world, and he deeply felt the difficulties of the extraordinary in this environment.

The mythology of the old center is completely over, including the struggling immortals, and the powerful gods and demons who stayed in the past are almost all dead.

The environment of the restaurant is very good. It is located on the 152nd floor of this building, overlooking the beautiful night view of the whole city. The neon lights are flashing, the fountains on the square are changing, and the mist and lights are intertwined with various beautiful scenery.

Sitting on the uninhabited meteorite in the cold universe for a long time, Wang Xuan felt that he was too far away from the fireworks of the world, so he re-entered the world for a walk.

In the distance, a sparkling river passes through the city. Under the night, the lights are flickering, some big boats and yachts are floating, and many children are putting wishing lamps by the river.

This bustling city night did make Wang Xuan slightly fascinated, but it was only for a moment. There seemed to be a layer of veil and a layer of mist between this world and him, and there was a sense of isolation after all.

Just imagine, once he stomped his foot, the starry sky would go out, and with a flick of a finger, the nearby stars would be shattered. This is no longer a world suitable for a foreigner like him to live in.

He was thinking about his own path, and felt that it was really slow to practice step by step.

"According to this speed, I will need at least a thousand years, or even 1500 years, before I can enter the 7th Heaven of Yiren."

The level of aliens is a very high level on the path of transcendence. The further you go backwards, the more difficult it is to practice, especially in this kind of environment.

This is not only the reason for the complete depletion of extraordinary factors, but also the collapse of rules, the collapse of order, and the increasingly blurred sense of Tao.

Of course, Wang Xuan is still able to practice. As a strange person, walking in the era when the myths have completely come to an end, he just feels a little strenuous, and the improvement of Taoism is too slow.

"I am used to standing in the bright and pure land, and now I am stepping into the decayed and extraordinary end of the world and walking alone in the barren soil of mythology. It is indeed a bit uncomfortable."

It was like all kinds of exotic delicacies on the table. Although the store praised them as top-quality ingredients, and to ensure freshness, they were all airlifted from various places in exclusive spaceships, but Wang Xuan only ate two bites.

He is used to seeing all kinds of fairy banquets, and even being entertained with holy banquets in the demon court many times, he is really indifferent to all kinds of delicacies in the world.

Soon, Wang Xuan reflected, shook his head, and felt that his morality had improved too fast and too violently in the short term, and the road under his feet was a little "floating", and he was about to settle down.

When he thinks of his parents, he really can bear it. In the decaying mother universe, he sinks his heart, and has been ups and downs in the fireworks of this world for several centuries, and he never stays away from them.

Even their opponents are willing to lie dormant in the decay, seemingly innocent, and regard the bland and lonely remote universe as the best place to sharpen.

"When I was young, the old man selling wontons was once a strange person. He cultivated his heart in the world of mortals and was willing to experience it in the ordinary. This...how persevering, inspirational, and guiding the direction for the future superhumans." Wang Xuan said to himself.

"It's a pity that he couldn't go on. My father used the thunderstorm to cover up, and he was struck to death by a thunderbolt." Wang Xuan shook his head.

If there were extraordinary people here, they would probably complain secretly when they heard this turning point.

Afterwards, he ate all the exotic delicacies, and decided to integrate well into the present world, so that the field of practice would "end its prosperity" and settle down.

"There is nothing in this world that cannot be changed." Wang Xuan walked in the night scene of the city. Back then, this place was still a mythical planet, retaining various original features.

It has been 247 years since the Great Migration of Mythology, and 184 years have passed since the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella expanded outwards. For more than 400 years, the world has been turned upside down, interstellar trade has developed, and spaceships have frequent exchanges.

It is reported that there was a celestial master here who missed the source of the myth. After staying here, he took advantage of his extraordinary means to actively introduce technological civilization and develop his homeland.

Some time ago, the respected old man passed away.

"The old center, the traces of the immortals are completely over." Wang Xuan felt deeply. In the past, he personally sent away a generation, and this time he went to have a look. As a result, he discovered that a group of descendants of that very accomplished old man were fighting fiercely for the inheritance.

"The extraordinary ends, and everything returns to the vulgar." Wang Xuan went away. From then on, he practiced in the present world, calmed his heart, and lived the life of ordinary people.

"Old Wang, although you are tender-faced, it must have been more than ten years since you came here, right? In any case, he should be close to 40. What's wrong with the person I introduced to you? He has a car, a house, and a cute child. Although you are young, you are actually an old bachelor. Don't worry about it. If it weren't for the girl, you are really in good health, good-looking, have no bad habits, and have a good temperament. How could you find an old man like you?" The woman herself laughed, making jokes and being a matchmaker.

This is a neighbor that Wang Xuan is very familiar with, and he gave Pi Li Pa La a lesson, saying that he should start a family. Although the words were slightly offensive, it seemed to be out of kindness, seeing him alone for many years.

"I regret it. When you first came here, I took the initiative to invite you to dinner and a movie, but you refused. Look, my daughter is about to go to college now, and you are still alone, alone for so many years. Alas, that damn youth."

Wang Xuan looked at the little traces that the years had left on her youthful and beautiful face, sighed a little, and then saw that she was still so optimistic, he smiled again.

"Still laughing? You are really old."

Wang Xuan shook his head with a smile. He knew that his life in this place should be over. The years would not leave traces on him, and staying in one place for 20 years was the limit.

He said: "Zuo Qing, this is a gift contract, it has been notarized, there is no legal problem, I give you this house."

"Ah, what? I already have a family, what do you want to do?" Zuo Qing originally thought he was joking, and laughed along with him, but found that he was serious, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you, terminally ill?"

"No, I'm leaving. I'm going to end my peaceful city life and go where I should go. I wish you all the best in the future." Wang Xuan stuffed some documents in her hand and turned back into the mist.

He stood on the boat, entered the boundless starry sky, traveled through the darkness, across the cold, and once again practiced alone on the edge of the universe.

Fifteen years later, he came to Haichuanxing and met Su Tong and Ling Xuan. As he expected, the efficacy of the immortal fruit and so on was much less effective than the rumors.

He felt it last time, and this time is no exception. It's only been 35 years. The two of them are entering their old age again, and they can't hold on for long.

People who have experienced life and death really have a different state of mind. Their old age is very peaceful, quiet, walking with each other, always smiling.

It wasn't until Wang Xuan appeared that their emotions fluctuated greatly and they were very excited.

"Qin Cheng!"

"Old friend, you are finally here!"

"Having experienced death and seen darkness, are you going to continue on the road of immortality this time?" Wang Xuan asked.

"No, we feel that life is already complete." Both of them shook their heads at the same time, with smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

This kind of answer was really beyond Wang Xuan's expectations. He thought that the two of them would go through life, old age, sickness and death, and finally lie in the cold darkness. At the last moment, they would definitely think about the brilliance of the past, and would be extremely nostalgic for the past. However, this is not the case in reality.

"Longevity is not an inevitable choice for everyone. After living the life of ordinary people for so long, we have never been more peaceful and calm, and let go of all the burdens of immortality in our hearts. Although we can no longer fly to the sky and escape from the earth, we can't set foot on the majestic golden palace in the sky. It’s a little less intense and exciting, but it also has a kind of true beauty.”

"If there is a way in the world, this is our way. After experiencing the glorious era of immortality and living the life that ordinary people should have, let's just end it like this. We are satisfied. We have had sorrows and joys in this life, and there have been ups and downs. But looking at it now, those regrets are not regrets. We have no regrets in this life, and our way has come to an end."

A gray-haired couple expressed their choices, expressed their state of mind, and spoke their way.

Su Tong and Ling Xuan had a last request, to take a photo with Wang Xuan, and the years were frozen in this photo.

"Goodbye, my old friend." Wang Xuan got up, and this was the last time he saw the two of them.

"Goodbye, our best friend." The two looked into the distance, waved their hands slowly, and whispered softly: "Years are infinite, life is limited, we have lost and gained a lot, our soul is infinite, and our figures in different periods are still living in the infinite years. There are beautiful pictures, in the past, in the present, at the end of the front. Old friend, take care of yourself, walk your way, find your way, and may you stand on the top of the myth."

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"Longevity is not the choice that everyone wants. Ordinary and supreme, everyone has a different path and their own way..." Wang Xuan stepped on the sea of ​​stars, walking alone in the cold universe, looking at the end of the deep space.

Although he really wants to keep those warmth and beauty, those old friends, the beauty of the past, and not let the years take them away, but this is not based on his will, the torrent of history is surging, and what should be dispersed must be dispersed.

In the end, what is left after the shocks of the century after century? Perhaps, under the interweaving of endless time, there is only one old photo in his heart, engraving all the past. At this moment, Wang Xuan felt some emotions of the strange things in the mobile phone.

Twenty-eight years later, a big dark umbrella that only the extraordinary can feel expanded and gradually spread, covering the extraordinary central world that was incomparably prosperous and brilliant in the past.

Since the Great Migration of Mythology, countless extraordinary people fought for the way, left here, and went to the old center covered in ice by the big black umbrella. If calculated by the corresponding clock in the lifespan of the monk's soul, a total of 494 years have passed.

Time flies, and 500 years later, Wang Xuan felt that his Taoism had been promoted to the middle stage of the Inhuman 6th Layer. In this age of eternity, even he felt the heavy pressure. After practicing all the year round, he felt a little tired.

Ordinary people don't realize it, but this is an extraordinary winter night that suffocates mythical creatures.

Although there is no black snow falling here, it is still destroying the law, and there is a thick black fog flowing, drowning the extraordinary.

Mythological creatures, even if a few people have miraculous medicines in their reserves and have great fortune, they have lived to this year, but they will come to an end. Their hibernation means death, because there is no extraordinary source of nourishment here.

Maybe only a rare and strange person will still be alive, but they will also fall into a deep sleep, which will be a very difficult time.

For hundreds of years, Wang Xuan practiced in the universe and lived on the planets inhabited by humans. He has experienced a lot. Of course, he strictly abides by the principle of no more than 20 years in each place.

"Perhaps, I should go to the other shore to take a look." On the road of mythology alone, he felt too quiet, and he felt very bad in such a vast environment with no one to communicate with. Moreover, under the umbrella of Eternal Silence, he really felt quite tired.

Occasionally, some special black spectacle surged downward from the big pitch-black umbrella, which was specially aimed at the surviving extraordinary creatures, making him a little sleepy.

Wang Xuan wanted to retire, the years of eternal silence, all kinds of extraordinary scenes of collapse, and the inexplicable suppression were more serious than he imagined!

"It's time for me to think about leaving here," he said to himself.