Western suburbs outside the city, Tie Family Ancestral Grave.
Su Yueli walked along the muddy path with wild grass for a long time before he found the tomb of Tie Ling'er in a desolate secular stone monument.
She was buried next to her father Tie Tu.
Thirty years of wind and rain erosion have turned the new grave into an old grave covered with weeds.
The originally clean tombstone Bluestone was covered with thick moss, covering the cracks between the stones.
The words "Tomb of Tie Tu" and "Tomb of Tie Ling'er" engraved on the inscription have been peeled off and blurred due to years of rain erosion, and the handwriting is somewhat difficult to read.
Su Yueli stood in front of the tomb and took out the spotless golden nanmu box from Storage Bag.
Inside lay hundreds of thousands of heavy silver notes and a yellowed final letter.
"Ling'er, I'm back, I got the money... In the next life, don't be a mortal anymore, the days are too short, not enough to wait."
Su Yueli sighed and put the box away again.
Tie Tu is her master's best friend, and Tie Ling'er has long been recognized as a best friend in her heart.
Now, both of them have turned into a pile of loess under this monument.
In this huge Azure Province City, the last person she knew was gone, and it was time to leave.
Su Yueli turned around, turned into a puff of smoke, and left decisively.
"..."
One day later, there was a desolate rocky hill outside Fengling City.
Su Yueli found Shen Qing'an's grave next to a long-dead crooked neck tree.
Thirty years have passed, and the small soil bag that year was washed away by the wind and rain all year round and was almost completely flattened by the surrounding soil. It was covered with dense creepers and black thorns.
The simple wooden sign that originally stood on the grave had long since completely rotted and broken due to the years of humidity, leaving only the last half of the rotten wood still stuck in the black soil.
Looking at the desolate scene in front of him, Su Yueli felt a little uncomfortable.
In that unknown mountain village, the brothers Shen Qing'an and Shen Huai'an took great care of her.
Later, Shen Huai'an went to the Azure Moon Sect, and now he has become a high-ranking young sect master. He is even indelibly related to the death of his master, Lu Chen.
And the eldest brother Shen Qing'an is just a mortal. He came to this Fengling City to do business from dawn to dusk, and was looked down upon, just to save her enough money to buy the immortal family Jade Slip, so that she can hope to become an immortal.
As a result, Azure Cloud Sect's Jiang Ran defrauded him of all his savings, and he froze to death in a ruined temple in the snow.
Su Yueli squatted down and gently brushed the remaining piece of rotten wood with his slender fingers.
"Shen Qing'an... Back then, you always felt that mortals were too weak and would never succeed if you didn't practice immortality. You insisted on helping me find an immortal fate. Now I tell you clearly that I will no longer cultivate immortality."
"But I'm very strong now. Killing monk Fourth Realm is no different than squeezing a chicken to death. That Jiang Ran who lied to you is now Mid Fourth Realm. I've already set my sights on him. His head will be sent to you sooner or later."
"..."
After repairing the cemetery, Su Yueli left Fengling City.
Heading all the way north, we returned to the small mountain village back then.
This place had been turned into ruins in the tragic massacre decades ago, and now it has been completely swallowed up by the lush virgin forest.
The ruined walls are covered with tall trees as thick as an arm's length. If an uninformed person walked in, they would not be able to tell that there had been a village here.
In a dark old forest at the back of the village, Su Yueli found the graves of those villagers and his master Lu Chen.
As decades passed, these tombs were almost half-buried by the fallen dead trees and silt around them, and the roots of several big trees even penetrated directly from the depths of the tombs.
Master Lu Chen's tombstone is a stone that she split with pure physical strength. It is now covered with dark gray lichen, and the writing is filled with black mud.
Su Yueli sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, his robe sleeves fluttering, and an invisible energy surged out, instantly crushing the surrounding thorns and poisonous ivy into pieces.
She took off the old wine gourd from her waist, raised her head and took a sip, then spilled the strong wine in front of her master's grave.
The aroma of wine was very strong, overflowing in the dead silence of the forest.
"Master, when you were alive, you always thought that martial arts practitioners Qi and Blood wanted to be pure. You wouldn't let me drink, and you wouldn't drink a drop of it yourself. Now that you're lying here, you can't control me anymore, so feel free to drink."
Su Yueli looked at the moss-covered stones with deep eyes.
"I have perfected each of the five martial arts skills you left behind over the past few decades, and I have given them a collective name, 'Ultimate Dao'."
"Once a teacher, always a father."
"Master, my disciple is very strong now. He has already reached Eleventh Realm: Illusion-Breaking. I will find out the truth behind the destruction of the village and Azure Moon Sect's bad debt one by one. If Shen Huai'an is really involved, I will blow him up as well."
Su Yueli chatted at the cemetery for a long time, and finally went to Daliu Village.
That was the place where she was born in this life, and where her parents died tragically.
A full sixty or seventy years have passed since she left Daliu Village in tears.
The pair of small earthen mounds buried together are now mostly sunk in the weed-covered wasteland outside the village. From a distance, they look no different from ordinary mud arches.
The simple stone tablet has been eroded by years of wind and rain, and its surface has long lost its appearance, and the writing on it has completely disappeared into nothingness.
Su Yueli stood in front of the grave with mixed emotions.
Unknowingly, so much time has passed.
When her fetus traveled through time and opened her eyes, she saw this home.
Although her parents are the most ordinary mortals who spend their lives digging for food in the mud, they love her very much, making her feel the warmth of home for the first time in this cold Cultivation World.
But in the end, this only warmth was casually wiped out by the arrogant immortal cultivators who passed by like swatting two bugs to death.
"Father, mother, Yueli is here to see you..."
"Your graves are about to sink into the ground, but Yueli has not forgotten the blood debt of that year for a single day."
"Mortals are like ants in the eyes of immortal cultivators, but to me, monks are like mud that can be crushed at any time. From this account, none of the high-level immortal sects within the Great Gan Dynasty can escape."
"..."
After paying homage to his parents, Su Yueli turned around and left Daliu Village.
Looking at the sky, she wonders how she feels. It's a long Eternal Life road. Maybe hundreds of years or even thousands of years later, she will still remember this.
Su Yueli I'm not sure, but... let's live until that time first.
Just as she was about to leave, passing by a lively tea stall next to an official road, a burst of discussion from secular warriors suddenly reached her ears.
"Have you heard? Our Great Li Dynasty Imperial City's Martial Artists' Tournament is about to be held!"
"Tsk tsk, this is an absolute grand event for our secular Martial Dao that takes place every thirty years. I heard that many hidden Ninth Realm and Tenth Realm old monsters are going to come out this time."
Su Yueli Hearing this, his steps paused slightly.
Imperial City Martial Tournament?
A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes.
It was exactly sixty years ago when she first became famous all over the world and attended that conference.
It is held every 30 years, so this is already the second time since she left.
"Sixty years..."
Su Yueli touched his face.