The little Taoist priest Qingyang was adopted by the strange man Songhe Laodao from a young age, and he followed his master around the world. Later, the master and his apprentice were forced by the immortal master to go into secret places to search for treasures. They accidentally inspired the master's treasure, the Drunk Immortal Gourd, and the master risked his life to steal it for his apprentice. Taking the Pulse Opening Pill and the Secret of Immortality, Qingyang embarked on the path of cultivating immortality!

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The sun and moon are hidden in the gourd, and the yin and yang are locked in the beads.

The sword cuts through the sky and beyond, neither life nor death.

Classic fairy tale, slow-burning and refreshing, with a grand layout and interconnected series.

Liu Qinghuan, a young boy, walked out of the chaos of war in the mortal world and entered the magnificent war of immortal cultivators.

Is it to stay aloof from the world, or to take responsibility?

Do you stay true to your original intention, or do you forget your true love?

Refine your heart with the world of mortals, and forget about eternal life.

[The male protagonist is reborn, and the female protagonist travels through time]

Before his death, Emperor Tianhe recalled his life, from a humble man to the founding emperor. His great achievements were praised by the world.

In a trance, he looked at the virtuous queen, the beautiful concubines and the children kneeling on the ground crying, and sighed in his heart that this life was perfect.

But after his death, his soul was not taken away by the underworld, but stayed in the palace.

He saw himself being buried in a grand manner, saw the new emperor ascend the throne, and also saw... his queen.

He saw his queen in the bedroom saying to the new emperor: "Jin'er, I only hope that you will scatter my ashes into the sea after a hundred years. I have never been free in my life, and I only hope that my life will be perfect after death."

The new emperor looked difficult: "Mother, don't you want to be buried with your father?"

The queen smiled: "No."...

All things are like dreams and bubbles.

All things in the world are nothing but a cataract in the eyes, a bubble in the water, a mirage in spring, and a dew in the morning, without reality.

And the immortality of thousands of generations is nothing but coming from the stars and returning to the stars.

Countless planes, billions of lives, immortals and mortals compete for a dream, aren't they also the shadows of their own six dusts falling?

Then what is the end of this time and space, the other side of the immortal road, the existence that truly transcends everything?

Changkong Realm, Yuanyang Sea.

A three-no cultivator who died tragically, with two souls, suddenly opened his eyes...