Somewhere in a small world beyond the heavens.
Guanyan, who had long since severed his karmic ties with Hanging Temple and broken free of the Buddhist path, strolled through a sea of flowers hand in hand with Xiaofan, whose eyes and brows brimmed with tenderness.
He would plant for her nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of flower seas, bearing nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of fragrance.
He would take her to nine hundred and ninety-nine small worlds, to experience nine hundred and ninety-nine sweet lives. They would live by the ways of those worlds, love there, travel there, and then pass on.
He was no longer a monk, yet he had kept his shaved head. Her crane-white hair had turned to silken black, while her frowns and smiles remained as they had been when they first met.
They were both as they had been in the beginning.
Everything in the Forest Sea Source Realm, everything in The Present World, was no longer all that important.
They had both said their goodbyes properly. From now on, they would live only their own lives.
They had endured five hundred years of bitterness for this little sweetness.
They no longer concerned themselves with the affairs of the world, but there were always certain matters, certain people, who were special.
Like that young man who had witnessed their story and helped bring them back together.
Guanyan liked him, and Xiaofan liked him too.
Every time the child wrote a letter, he solemnly discussed cultivation from beginning to end, yet he always remembered to mention Grandmother Xiaofan at the close and offer his attentive greetings.
At some moment when the wind swept the sea of flowers into tidal waves, Guanyan recalled that he was still the Yuheng Star Lord and came back to himself for