Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The wind at that time gently blew through their hair, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, a sweet and intoxicating smell.

And that time, they broke into the mysterious ancient ruins together.

All around were ancient and mysterious runes emitting a faint blue light.

Zhou Yihan held Xiao Lingtian's hand tightly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but more of excitement.

They solved the puzzle together, and when they found the legendary magic weapon, Zhou Yihan cheered and threw herself into Xiao Lingtian's arms like a child.

That warm hug made Xiao Lingtian feel like he owned the whole world.

However, fate is so cruel.

Under the ruthless oppression of the powerful young master of the Wei family, the pure and innocent love between Zhou Yihan and Xiao Lingtian finally swayed in the storm of reality and finally bowed sadly.

Faced with this unsolvable deadlock, Zhou Yihan's eyes flickered with determination and reluctance.

In order to protect the purity and nobility of their love, she made a choice that moved the world - self-destruction.

At that moment, it seemed that even the sky was trembling and the earth was wailing.

Zhou Yihan's body bloomed in the bright and dazzling light, like the most gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, breathtakingly beautiful, yet fleeting.

Then, she turned into specks of light and eventually disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only a hint of sorrow that drifted away between heaven and earth with the wind.

This scene, like an invisible sharp blade, pierced deeply into Xiao Lingtian's heart and cut his soul into pieces.

Every time he recalled that moment, his heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants, causing him unbearable pain and almost suffocating.

However, for Xiao Lingtian, the disappearance of Zhou Yihan's body was not the cruelest blow.

What really made him feel hopeless and disheartened was the love that was once as passionate as fire, but now he could only find a trace of warmth in his memory.

The pain of loss is deeper and more fatal than any physical trauma.

Whenever night falls and everything is silent, Xiao Lingtian is alone, living on the eaves of the pavilion on top of the fairy palace.

His eyes pierced through the boundless darkness and silently conversed with the stars in the sky, but his mind involuntarily drifted towards Zhou Yihan in the distance.

In his heart, her smile was like the most gorgeous flower blooming in early spring.

Bright and warm, it was enough to wipe away all the sorrow and haze in the world and bathe his heart in the gentle sunshine.

And every drop of her tears contained a thousand pounds of weight, falling gently, but causing ripples in the lake of his heart.

The pain was so deep and piercing that he could hardly find any comfort even at the top of the fairy palace.

Looking back, the time I spent with them and the days of exploring the ancient and mysterious forest are still vivid in my mind.

Zhou Yihan was accidentally scratched by the tangled vines. At that moment, his heart hurt even more than her wound.

He bandaged her wound carefully, his eyes full of love and reluctance.

The moment she looked up at him, the dependence and love in her eyes were like bright stars, illuminating each other's hearts.

That pure and profound emotion filled his heart with strength and warmth even when he faced the endless loneliness of the Asgard.

This memory, like a delicate and gentle painting, slowly unfolds in Xiao Lingtian's heart.

Let him be accompanied by that deep affection in the quiet night. Although they are thousands of miles apart, their hearts are closely connected.

Countless days and nights of longing surged towards him like a tide, almost drowning him.

He often lost himself in memories, unable to extricate himself, as if he could see Zhou Yihan waving at him from a distance, but when he stretched out his hand, he only grasped nothingness.

Xiao Lingtian's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and every beat was accompanied by severe pain.

The pain was like millions of needles piercing deep into his soul, making it impossible for him to breathe or think.

In front of outsiders, he is an Immortal Emperor with a strong character and an extremely strong heart.

His eyes are as sharp as a sword, able to cut off all enemies.

His figure was as straight as a pine tree, as if he could support the entire sky of the fairy world.

In the battle between immortals and demons, he charged in the front, his robe stained with blood, but he never frowned.

His fame spread throughout the fairy world, making demons tremble in fear.

But when he was alone, all his strength shattered like bubbles.

He was like a child lost in the darkness, lonely, helpless and vulnerable.

He would hold the book he and Zhou Yihan had read together, and his tears would inadvertently wet the pages.

He would stroke the fairy flowers they had planted together and mutter to himself, as if she were still by his side.

Only in this deserted corner can he release the weakest side of his heart and let himself be consumed by longing and pain.

However, Ye Chen always kept Xiao Lingtian's affairs in mind.

Once upon a time, because his own strength was as weak as an ant, he could only stare helplessly at Xiao Lingtian’s predicament.

It was a deep feeling of powerlessness that pierced his heart like thorns.

Time flies, and now Ye Chen has stood at the top of the fairy world and possesses the ability to change the world. It is time to fulfill the promise he made silently and help Xiao Lingtian find the whereabouts of Zhou Yihan.

On a morning that was ordinary yet destined to be extraordinary, the sunlight fell on Xiao Lingtian's residence like golden threads.

Ye Chen, dressed in white, came to the door with fluttering sleeves. He looked solemn and determined, and spoke directly to Xiao Lingtian.

"Brother Xiao, I know what you are thinking. You have never forgotten Miss Zhou in these years.

I think the same. Now that we have achieved success in cultivating immortals, we have enough strength to find Zhou Yihan's whereabouts. Let me investigate to see if she has already reincarnated."

When Xiao Lingtian heard that Ye Chen was going to look for Zhou Yihan's whereabouts, it was as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

The light instantly ignited the fire deep in his heart, and excitement surged into his heart like a surging tide, and he spoke loudly with excitement.

"Ye Chen, is it true?"

There was a gleam of anticipation in his eyes, a light so hot that it seemed to ignite the air around him.

Ye Chen smiled and nodded, then his expression became serious, not daring to delay for even a moment.

His hands danced lightly in front of his chest, as if drawing an invisible scroll, and he formed seals as fast as a meteor and completed them in one go.

In an instant, a vast, almost suffocating force of reincarnation surged out from his body, like the breath of an ancient god, shaking the surrounding space.

This power is not dead, but full of vitality, transforming into layers of earthy golden light, like sand dunes in the early morning light, warm and solemn.

The light slowly rose, suspended in the air, and gradually condensed into a huge circular array.

The light flowing on it is like elves leaping lightly in an ancient forest, and every ray of it contains endless vitality and vigor.

The surface of the array plate is covered with runes. They are not just a pile of words, but more like the most ancient language between heaven and earth.

Every stroke and every line outlines the trajectory of the universe and tells unknown secrets.

These runes, like heavenly books forgotten by time, quietly tell the past and the future, inspiring imagination and awe.

Such a scene is not only an ultimate display of power, but also a profound tribute to ancient wisdom.

One can't help but indulge in this spectacle that combines power and aesthetics.

Then, Ye Chen's hands danced continuously like dancing butterflies.

Above the array plate, the dense rune halos seemed to be endowed with life. Under his exquisite control, they were like a group of dancing tops, spinning rapidly and intertwining with each other.

Its speed was so fast that it caused the surrounding air to whistle, like the whisper of an ancient spell, foreshadowing the secret that was about to be revealed.