ust saw two men passed out by the elevator, near the safety passageway. I wanted to ask what happened Do you know them Could you call their relatives or friends"My brother taught me this, but my actin...Love and desire, are but shackles.

Love, hate, joy, and sorrow fill the world, bringing with them a thousand kinds of bonds and countless thoughts.

Very few people can transform petty love into great love, forgetting about fame, fortune, and status, living freely and spontaneously, following their hearts.

For deities, to act spontaneously, is probably just acting on a whim.

Ji Dou Xingjun's bones yearned for rebellion. He greatly admired the Ten Witches of Ling Shan. In his eyes, if he wanted to do something, he just did it, completely disregarding the consequences. This was the confidence of immortals, and a kind of action that had long looked down upon life and death.

He didn't seem to fear death, because their concerns were few.

But I am different. I miss the man behind me.

He had snow-white hair, standing alone.

Even the most towering figures seem to be left with only loneliness.

I want to help him, but there's so little I can do.

"...Your Highness, your safety is more important than anything else. As long as he has people who care for him, nothing will happen to him. But if he had no attachments...who knows what might become of him..." The little attendant pinched my arm, bringing me back to reality.

He always seems to know what I'm thinking. He looks like a young boy, but he has surely witnessed the rise and fall of a hundred lifetimes

One hundred years of decay...

Mu Wanchen had the same mindset. Perhaps he didn't have much to say to me at first because he had already witnessed the cycle of birth and death for a hundred years.

Ordinary people, how many are qualified to speak of a century If we can return home safely, perhaps I would be willing to live an unremarkable life for the rest of my days.

The Peach Blossom Spring, the Peach Blossom Spring, there is no such place of carefree ease at the ends of the earth and seas. Perhaps only among loved ones is there a Peach Blossom Spring for the soul.

In the raging wind, Mu Wanchen's sword gleamed with a chill more piercing than the moonlight.

He held the soul lantern loosely in one hand, guiding the lost souls within the Ghost Realm to gather around it. The mirage swirled around him, but it could never fully obscure the dim light of the soul lantern.

That lamp lured the ghosts closer, reducing the gloom in the city. However, no matter how large the city walls were, they couldn't hold all the restless spirits from the entire ghost realm.

In the mirage, black mist gradually formed a shape. From afar, it looked like the upper body of a giant monster, blocking the path of the mirage dragon and confronting Mo Wanchen and Yinglong.

Yinglong, a wise and powerful being from ancient times, has witnessed countless historical events. He not only aided in flood control and military campaigns but was even treated with respect by the Emperor himself. Even though Shenlong held a geographical advantage, it dared not openly challenge Yinglong.

But the monster formed in the black mist was menacing. It absorbed the energy of Yin ghosts and was surrounded by mirages, appearing fearless.

"Is that the old monster" I couldn't help but ask.

But looking around me, who can answer my question

Lohu Xingjun looked at the souls in the Ghost Realm with cold eyes, carrying a "those who are not of my race are to be pitied" indifference. Meanwhile, Ji Dou Xingjun was still unconscious, and what happened to him after he entered here remains unknown.

The little boy didn't know what the black mist was.

"Hee hee hee..." A mocking laughter came from afar, the Nine-Tailed Fox demon flew over from somewhere, trailing a large plume of tail behind it.

I couldn't help but unconsciously start counting her tail.

She narrowed her hawk-like eyes at me, flitting to the side of the eagle. Her wide robes concealed most of her body, with nearly all of her lower half taking the form of a tail, leaving only a small portion for an upper torso.

It looks like a giant jellyfish.

"Little Princess~ You lost my tail in the Ghost Domain, how will you compensate me~"

"Can I afford to lose" I felt a little guilty.

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That's quite a tail, she's missing a body part, how am I supposed to make amends for that

She covered half her face with her sleeve and cackled, "Hee hee hee... Little Princess Consort, you needn't feel guilty. Though you injured this servant's body, it'll grow back in a few hundred years~~ As long as the Little Princess Consort still owes this servant a favor."

"Returning a favor What do you want me to do" What kind of game is this fox demon playing

She danced by the side of the divine hawk, whispering softly: “The ten witches of Ling Shan brought me here. Although I can temporarily conceal my true form over these years, I have never been able to attain the Dao. I… want to seek a secluded place in the mortal world to cultivate. Perhaps there I might have the opportunity to hear the teachings of the Immortal Venerable and attain the Dao.”

I frowned. Did this creature want me to take her to the mortal realm

"Do you want to leave here" I looked at her warily, "Aren't you a messenger of the witch god Who knows if you aren't a spy, and might expose our whereabouts Besides, I can't even cast a spell to take you away."

"Hee hee hee...Your Highness need not be modest. You came from the belly of the Kun, proving that there are indeed immortal mountains at sea, and it is not an empty boast."

She narrowed her eyes at me, as if no matter what I said, she would find a way to follow us out.

I shook my head. “My world is vastly different from what you imagine. There are few mountains and rivers, and very few genuine places of practice. Why not stay in this paradise”

“This is the territory controlled by the divine shaman. Although the world is filthy, it connects three realms. Gods, immortals, demons and monsters all have a path to follow. Here… heaven and earth, vast wildernesses, overseas territories, yin and yang, order and chaos, life and death, reincarnation—all are under the control of the divine shaman. If one seeks peace and prosperity, this place is not bad. But if one wants to seek immortality or enlightenment… difficult, very difficult…”

She shook her head and sighed, turning back to look deep into the direction of the Ghost Realm: “Grand Shaman King, in my opinion, he’s already close to a God Shaman, but he has no obsession with cultivation. He doesn't even want to cultivate; he only wants to protect himself.”

Don't want to practice

"How do you know what he's thinking" I asked, a little annoyed.

This fox spirit approached Mu Wanchen, what did she want to do How did she know what Mu Wanchen was thinking

"Of course I know..." She smiled, her features contorting like those of a beast: "He doesn't want to refine inner alchemy, he doesn't want immortality... Before, a messenger from the Divine Shaman sect came and gave him Immortal Dew Elixir, but he threw it away... Hee hee hee..."

What is this I don't quite understand. I steal a glance at the child.

The little boy was clutching his large gourd with a look of utter astonishment on his face. I secretly tugged at his sleeve, and he finally came to his senses.

"Oh, oh.... This is like the dates, tea, and jade liquid enjoyed by immortals, you see."

"What do you mean" I said, pretending not to understand.

"Uh... these things are considered health-promoting by the common folk, and there's a reason for that. Dates and clear tea, they're actually celestial treasures! The Star of Longevity's sleeves are always filled with dates, and if mortals eat just one, it extends their lifespan! These things are a gift from immortals." The little boy explained quickly.

"The divine shaman gave Mu Wanchen immortal brew, surely treating him as one of their own. But Mu Wanchen doesn't want to be treated as kin by the divine shaman. He probably has you on his mind," the little boy continued to explain.

"If you're worried about me, can't you just not eat these things" I asked, tilting my head.

Luo Hu Xingjun sneered, impatient with the little boy patiently explaining to me. He said coldly: "What do you think Humans and ghosts are different paths, immortals and mortals are separate. Even the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain cannot live in the world. If Mu Wanchen accepted their gifts, could they easily meet again"e—losing their guiding force, they'll disperse soon enough."Wow, this is a big problem. Thinking about it, I feel like there's a fire in the backyard. If my house falls apart and we fight, how can I r...