A thousand years ago, Long Xian sought to seize Mo Yun's return to immortality. When Mo Yun returned once more, Long Xian unleashed the Ancient Immortal Thunder to kill Mo Yun.,When it comes to raising spirit pets, even the most renowned immortal pales in comparison to him. 。He has cultivated more than five hundred-level demon immortals. 。Given just a little more time, there's no doubt that he will cultivate even stronger spirit beasts and refine even more elixirs. 。When that time comes, it will be the end of Longxian. 。"Mo Yun, you're awake" 。It seemed as if it had heard Mo Yun's voice, the door creaked open. 。Walking towards me was Yi Ba, clad in white, like a waterfall cascading down. Her skin was fair and her smile was flawless. 。A pair of eyes clear and bright. 。She is even more radiant under the candlelight. 。"Evening, I'm fine. " 。These days, thank you for taking care of me. 。Mo Yun carefully recalled everything in his current life, and he had a clear understanding of everything. He was the "Saint" of the Ling Hou Mansion in the Great Emperor Dynasty, with unparalleled talent and the respect of all people. 。The current generation's noble lord even had his son, Jia Xi, betrothed to Mo Yun. 。But all of that is in the past. Four years ago, when Mo Yun was twelve, Linghou Mansion was attacked. Mo Yun's cultivation spirit bone was taken, and he has been downcast ever since. 。become a cripple 。When walls fall, everyone pushes. Mo Yun's status plummeted, and if it weren't for Jia Xi's care, he might not have survived. 。Looking at Mo Yun, whose face was as pale as death, Jia Xi hesitated before speaking. 。Once upon a time, Mo Yun was so dazzling and brilliant. But now he's so desolate... should I tell him even worse news,"Well, Father has arranged a marriage for me, and I must leave today." 。I will arrange for someone to take care of you. 。"Sorry, sorry..."。