Whether yielding the days and nights or fighting for every moment, only thus could eternity grow longer.
By rights, Jing Jiu should have left after finishing that thought, but he did not rise. He still sat by the river in a daze.
He had left Green Mountain to find a Sword-Grinding Stone. Now the Demon Bones in the Demon-Suppressing Prison were gone, and those at the bottom of Soul-Gathering Valley had turned to dust. Where should he go next?
He was still someone who ignored worldly affairs, but certain subtle changes had occurred after all. For instance, he would occasionally leave Green Mountain, and someone often accompanied him on his travels, whether Gu Qing, Guo Dong, or Zhao Layue. Now he actually felt somewhat unaccustomed to being alone, finding it a little boring.
He did not take out his Bamboo Chair. The temperature beside the lava river was too high, and flames could splash out at any moment. It would be such a pity if the chair burned.
Nor did he take out the Porcelain Plate. At some point, he had begun playing his sand-piling game less and less.
He suddenly stood, put away his white robe, and walked into the lava, Universe Edge following silently behind.
He had not been so overwhelmed by tens of thousands of years that he had lost heart and decided to drown himself in the river, burning his body in its flames. He merely wanted a bath.
Like golden water, the fiery-red lava was scooped from the river and poured over his face, then streamed down his body, splashing hundreds of sparks across the surface.
Apart from the Yang Gang Fire produced by those Dao Furnaces and Immortal Tier Law Treasures, few flames could hurt him, including this searing, terrifying lava.
The lava was