Epilogue

Years later, people in the martial arts world spoke of it with great enthusiasm

I heard it

Master, it has been three hundred years, and the wine pool is drying up under the sun

The world is a vast expanse of white, and I do not know when I will be able to awaken from this state.

Master, it has been one hundred years, how much longer must I wait...

I moved my fingertips and sat up

He turned his head and saw me through the window. I also saw him, his face pale from years of enduring pain, with a gaunt appearance as if he hadn't had a full meal in a long time. He has suffered greatly for me.

Once, the only three demons on the land of Shenzhou were all taught by the one and only immortal of Shenzhou. Moreover, in the end, this immortal also had a litter of little demons with his eldest disciple

Master ... ... The willow catkins are flying chaotically by the pond, filling the front courtyard. Did you hear the sound of me sweeping the floor today ... ...

The silvery radiance shimmered and floated to the front of Qian Gu, merging into his brow. I beckoned to him, saying: "Qian Gu, come."

Yet, no matter the time, it seems I can always hear a voice softly whispering in my ear: "Master, it has been fifty years, have you not had enough sleep?"

Here, at the pinnacle of ethereality, I have not dispelled the curse marks upon him. The voices from my dreams still linger in my ears. Oh, the ages, the ages! How many years of pain have you endured in silence, accompanying me here

I opened my eyes and saw the intricately carved headboard. A gentle warm breeze flowed in from outside. I turned my head and saw the figure of Qian Gu sweeping the ground outside the window, the sound of "shasha" repeating over and over, like an old monk deeply engrossed in his meditation

The figure sweeping outside almost came to a halt in that very moment

I struggled to pull my lips into a smile, but in the end, I failed. Only the brilliance at my fingertips shifted, and the long absence from using magic left my body feeling somewhat unwell. However, compared to the passage of time, I felt utterly embarrassed to even mention it

How lonely it is

It was as if I had been ensnared by the malevolent energy in the Demon Binding Pool while trying to save Qian Zhi; I could hear the sounds from outside and sense the movements beyond, yet I could not open my eyes or move my body. My perception of the external world was at times clear and at other times hazy.