Ying Zijin slowly looked up.
The vast universe, countless stars.
There are nebulae, black holes, and various particles that humans have yet to research.
Now, before her eyes, there was only this purple robe, floating and swirling.
Familiar eyebrows and eyes, familiar features, even the expression and tone were no different from the past.
This friend of hers who she shared life and death with has always been this kind of person.
Arrogant and unrestrained, unparalleled.
Yet very emotional.
In the former Spirit Cultivation World, they risked their lives together countless times.
This was her friend for life and death, and the only one.
Jun Muqian.
Desolate Ancient Co-ruler, Jun Muqian.
Time at this moment seemed to shuttle back to many years ago.
That year, they broke into the Underworld, killed Yama, seized the Book of Life and Death, she said the same—
Jun Muqian, long time no see.
——We walk separately, meet at the peak.
