Ji Xue's return brought a little long-missed joy to Small Mountain Village.
She settled down in the village too, and never left again.
The outside world now flourished, and the Great Dao had reached unprecedented heights, but none of it had anything to do with them anymore.
The Desolate Heaven Alliance's banner still stood tall across the Mortal Realm. Huo Ling'er, Mu Qianning, Wu Xiaokun, and Mu Wanqing were hailed as the Five Supreme Beings.
Changsun Bumie, Ji Wudan, and Wu Jianghe had all become great magnates. Their Dao Lineages endured, and they were hailed as the three magnates no one dared provoke. Their disciples all had nearly the same bad habit: when they fought someone, they always went for the balls. Their fearsome reputations were legendary.
Changsun Changqing and Yang Chu had gone into seclusion, making friends with the mountains and rivers. After the great battles, all that remained was the peace and freedom of their remaining years.
Time passed, year after year.
At the edge of the world, the Nirvana Black Sea stretched boundlessly. Even atop the dam, life still had its humble warmth.
Ao Wushuang built a house atop the dam. The little monkey, Lu Cailing, had already arrived to keep her company.
Ao Wushuang still bore the entire world on his back as he fled. An unknowable span of time had passed since the era Li Fan inhabited.
The Shamanic Dancer fashioned a fishing rod and, clad in a straw rain cape, cast it toward the era Li Fan inhabited, fishing for time and the myriad heavens, but he never caught a thing.
The Thunder Emperor and Water Emperor had already departed. After enduring long, long years, the two had become husband and wife, and at least found a happy ending.
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