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Main Text Final Chapter 37 No Regrets in This Life

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    "Practice is really slow." Wang Xuan sat at the table by the window, and didn't move his chopsticks much for the famous specialties on this planet.

    Instead, he drank a few sips of a drink squeezed from tree bark. It was slightly bitter at first, and then a faint fragrance flowed slowly in his mouth, bringing out a little sweetness.

    It has been nearly a hundred years since he threw the Daoist paper into the back of the life soil. He practiced in the decayed world, and deeply felt the difficulties of the extraordinary in this environment.

    The mythology of the old center is completely over, including the struggling immortals, and the powerful gods and demons who stayed in the past are almost all dead.

    The environment of the restaurant is very good. It is located on the 152nd floor of this building, overlooking the beautiful night view of the whole city. The neon lights are flashing, the fountains on the square are changing, and the mist and lights are intertwined with various beautiful scenery.

    Sitting on the uninhabited meteorite in the cold universe for a long time, Wang Xuan felt that he was too far away from the fireworks of the world, so he re-entered the world for a walk.

    In the distance, a sparkling river passes through the city. Under the night, the lights are flickering, some big boats and yachts are floating, and many children are putting wishing lamps by the river.

    This bustling city night did make Wang Xuan a little distracted, but it was only for a moment. There seemed to be a veil and a thin layer of mist between this world and him, and there was a sense of isolation after all.

    Just imagine, once he stomps his foot, the starry sky will go out, and with a flick of a finger, the nearby stars will be shattered,

    This is no longer a world suitable for a foreigner like him to live in.

    He was thinking about his own path, and felt that it was really slow to practice step by step.

    "According to this speed, I will need at least more than a thousand years, or even 1,500 years, before I can enter the seventh heaven of aliens."

    The level of aliens is a very high level on the path of transcendence. The further you go backwards, the more difficult it is to practice, especially in this environment.

    This is not only the reason for the complete depletion of extraordinary factors, but also the collapse of rules, the collapse of order, and the increasingly blurred sense of Tao.

    Of course, Wang Xuan is still able to practice. As a strange person, he is walking in the era when the myth has completely ended, but he just feels a little hard, and the improvement of Taoism is too slow.

    "I am used to standing in the bright and pure land, and now I am stepping into the decayed and extraordinary end of the world and walking alone in the barren soil of mythology. It is indeed a bit uncomfortable."

    It's like all kinds of exotic delicacies on the table. Although the store praised them as top-quality ingredients, to ensure freshness, they were all airlifted from various places in exclusive spaceships, but Wang Xuan only ate two bites.

    He is used to seeing all kinds of fairy feasts, and even being entertained with holy banquets in the demon court many times, he is really indifferent to all kinds of delicacies in the world.

    Soon, Wang Xuan reflected, shook his head, and felt that his morality had improved too fast and too violently in the short term, and the road under his feet was "floating", and he was about to settle down.

    He thought of his parents, but he could bear it. In the decaying mother universe, he calmed down, and he was up and down in the fireworks of the present world for several centuries, and he never stayed away.

    Even their opponents are willing to lie dormant in the decay, seeming to have nothing out of the ordinary, and regard the bland and lonely remote universe as the best place to sharpen.

    "When I was young, the old man selling wontons was once a strange person. He cultivated his heart in the world of mortals and was willing to realize it in the ordinary. This how persevering, inspirational, and guiding for the later superhumans  Direction." Wang Xuan said to himself.

    "It's a pity that he couldn't go on. My father used the thunderstorm to cover up, and he was struck by a thunderbolt." Wang Xuan shook his head.

    If there are extraordinary people here, they will probably complain secretly when they hear this turning point.

    Afterwards, he ate all the exotic delicacies, and decided to integrate into the present world well, so that the field of practice would "end its prosperity" and settle down.

    "There is nothing in this world that cannot be changed." Wang Xuan walked in the night scene of the city. Back then, this place was still a mythical planet, retaining various original features.

    ? In the 247th year of the Great Migration of Mythology, 184 years have passed since the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella expanded outwards. For more than 400 years, the world has been turned upside down, interstellar trade is developed, and spaceships come and go frequently.

    It is reported that there was a celestial master who missed the change of the source of the myth back then.

    The introduction of scientific and technological civilization and the development of the homeland made it what it is today.

    Some time ago, the respected old man passed away.

    "The old center, the traces of the immortals have all come to an end." Wang Xuan felt that in the past, he himself had personally sent a generation away, and this time he went to see it by the way.  As a result, he found that a group of descendants of that very accomplished old man were fighting fiercely for the inheritance.

    "The extraordinary ends, and everything returns to the vulgar." Wang Xuan went away, and from then onYears, now, at the end of the future.  Old friend, take care, walk your way, find your way, may you stand on the top of the myth.  "

    "Longevity is not the choice that everyone wants. Ordinary and supreme, everyone has a different path and their own way" Wang Xuan stepped on the sea of ??stars, walking alone in the cold universe, looking at  The end of deep space.

    Although he really wants to keep those warm and beautiful things, those old friends, and the beauty of the past, and not let the years take them away, but this does not depend on his will, as the torrent of history is surging, what should be scattered still needs to be scattered.  go.

    In the end, what is left after the shocks of the century after century?  Perhaps, under the interweaving of endless time, there is only one old photo in his heart, engraving all the past.  At this moment, Wang Xuan felt some emotions of the strange things in the mobile phone.

    Twenty-eight years later, a big dark umbrella that only extraordinary people can feel expanded and gradually spread, covering the extraordinary central world that was incomparably prosperous and brilliant in the past.

    Since the Great Migration of Mythology, countless extraordinary people fought for the way, left here, and went to the old center covered in ice by the big black umbrella. Calculated by the corresponding clock in the life span of the monk's soul, a total of 494 years have passed.

    Time flies, and 500 years later, Wang Xuan felt that his Taoism had been promoted to the middle stage of the Inhuman 6th Layer. In this age of eternity, even he felt heavy pressure. After practicing all the year round, he felt a little tired.

    Ordinary people don't realize it, but this is an extraordinary winter night that suffocates mythical creatures.

    Although there is no black snow falling here, it is also destroying the law, and there is a thick black fog flowing, drowning the extraordinary.

    Mythological creatures, even if there are a few people who have miraculous medicines in their reserves and have great fortune, they will live to the end of this year, and their hibernation means death, because there is no extraordinary source of nourishment here.

    Maybe only a rare and strange person will still be alive, but they will also fall into a deep sleep, which will be a very difficult time.

    For hundreds of years, Wang Xuan practiced in the universe and lived on the planets inhabited by humans. He has experienced a lot. Of course, he strictly abides by the principle of no more than 20 years in each place.

    "Perhaps, I should go to the other shore to have a look." On the road of a person's mythology, he felt too quiet, and he felt very bad in this vast environment with no one to communicate with.  Moreover, under the umbrella of Eternal Silence, he really felt quite tired.

    Occasionally, some special black wonders surged downward from the big dark umbrella, which was specially aimed at the surviving extraordinary creatures, which made him a little sleepy.

    Wang Xuan had the idea of ??retreating, the years of eternity, all kinds of extraordinary scenes of collapse, and the inexplicable suppression, it was more serious than he imagined!

    "It's time for me to think about getting out of here," he said to himself.
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