Five Elements Sect, atop the Ninety-Nine Ring Mountains.
Back Mountain.
A gravestone stood tall here, still uninscribed. A coffin lay beside it, not yet buried.
The mountain wind was radiant, and flowers bloomed across the mountainside.
This had once been the first place Frog Daoist and White Spirit had tended. It was beautiful, open, and so quiet it was suffocating.
Fire candles curled with smoke beside the gravestone.
NanGong HeLing stood quietly beside it, looking at the spirit coffin whose lid had not yet been closed, looking at the skeleton whose identity could no longer be distinguished. In the blink of an eye, merciless years had separated countless people between yin and yang.
They had also completely embarked upon two different immortal paths, toward different endings.
Her face was expressionless as she quietly gazed at the skeleton in the coffin, as if gazing upon their past.
"With me here, at least you'll have someone to talk to!"
Unknowingly, a faint and ethereal voice seemed to drift over from across the years, floating quietly upon the mountain wind here. It brushed past He Ling's cheeks and her ears.
One word had become a prophecy. After so many years, it seemed she truly no longer had anyone with whom she could casually speak and chat.
Big Brother and the others bore the world upon their shoulders, laying plans across the ages. They also had to care for far too many juniors. Powerful figures of the myriad races watched every word and action of theirs from behind the scenes. The days when they could truly joke and talk freely had become far too distant.
He also hid far too many stories deep within his heart. She had grown up now as well, so naturally she could not disturb him as she had in