That’s not to say it’s not!

A line of words appeared on the light screen:

【My peace has long since died.】

【Let me think about how to tell this story to you.】

[You are indeed my biological son Li Pingan, but this is the result of me distorting the entire tangible world.]

[I don’t ask you to understand me, because I am a complete devil, a monster driven by obsession. Even if I reach the so-called transcendence, my Taoist heart still cannot transcend.]

[Just take one step forward, just one step. I have prepared for you... memories that I don’t want to open. 】

Li Ping'an took a gentle breath and took a step forward slowly and firmly.

A dazzling light appeared in front of him, and a world flew towards him at a high speed, and he was wrapped in a black and yellow aura and gradually merged into this picture.

Boom——

The dull thunder made Li Ping'an subconsciously look up. What he saw when he looked up was a clear blue sky and a blazing sun.

This is an endless Gobi wilderness, with several huge animal skeletons lying across the horizon, and the sky is covered with dark clouds.

Li Pingan heard some noise coming from behind.

He turned his head to look, his lips trembling slightly.

A tattered, fat middle-aged man was struggling to walk in the Gobi Desert. He had a rope made of leather straps tied around his shoulders and was dragging a raft behind him. The young man lying on the raft was covered in blood.

Both of them were covered in dust.

The young man was seriously injured, as can be seen from the bandage marks on his body, but his face was still fair, and sometimes he was breathing, sometimes like a dead body.

That's him...

Li Pingan pursed his lips tightly.

That's him.

There were two simple sunshade fans on the left and right sides of the raft, which helped the young man shield himself from the harsh sun.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked in the direction. Already exhausted, he slowly knelt down and sat down. He panted for a while and then got up again. He took out a bamboo tube from his waist and poured out a little water.

, and fell into the young man's mouth.

"dad……"

The young man called out, unable to open his eyes at this moment.

"Leave me alone..."

"It's okay, we will definitely find immortals. There must be immortals here."

The middle-aged man spoke in a trembling voice, slightly smiling to himself, and said hoarsely:

"Didn't you listen to what they said? There is a spring here, and you can heal with a sip. Any injury can be healed. There are immortals there. As long as you find those immortals, they will give us elixirs, and your injuries will be healed...

… From now on, we will find ways to cultivate immortality together, soar in the clouds and mist, and fly high and high. How wonderful!"

The young man's lips opened: "Dad...I'm sorry...I can't...provide you...for old age..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Save your strength!"

He just smiled lightly, closed his eyes and passed out.

"Let's go to the front first. Dad will get you some batter to eat. Ah, it's okay. The immortal is right there. He is right there. Dad has seen them."

The middle-aged man swallowed, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, lowered his head to pick up the straps of the raft, gritted his teeth and continued to pull the raft forward.

They slowly crossed Li Ping'an's figure.

Li Pingan's lips trembled and he slowly followed.

They walked to the huge skeleton and found a shaded spot. The middle-aged man lowered his head and got busy.

‘Li Dazhi’ made the most adequate preparations in the shortest time. He smashed some hard flour products with rocks in his dry hands, put them in a bowl, and soaked them in water for a while.

'Li Dazhi' pried open 'Li Pingan''s mouth and carefully took a few mouthfuls. Seeing that 'Li Pingan' could still swallow, he was really relieved.

After a while, 'Li Dazhi' swallowed the remaining batter and exhaled softly.

He whispered a few words into 'Li Ping'an''s ear, nothing more than encouragement.

Then, with some difficulty, he climbed to a high place and looked around.

Where is it?

Where is that spring?

'Li Dazhi' asked in a low voice, his chapped lips were bloodshot, and his chapped skin was dark and dark red.

He exhaled softly, and according to the legend here, took out a simple Sinan to identify the current direction, rested in the shade for a while, and then dragged the bamboo raft and continued towards the Gobi Desert.

The picture is slightly distorted and then becomes stable again.

Boom!

There was muffled thunder in the night sky.

'Li Dazhi' rushed to the next animal bone before the thunderstorm came, which could block most of the rainwater, and he also got busy collecting rainwater and setting up a rain shelter.

When he finished doing this, the rain stopped.

'Li Dazhi' sat down beside the raft and carefully observed his son's condition.

It can be very cold at night in the Gobi. This raft has three layers: upper, middle and lower.

‘Li Dazhi’ took a sickle with a curved blade and cut off a few pieces of wood from the edge of the raft. It took a lot of effort to make the fire appear here.

"Son, are you warm?"

‘Li Dazhi’ chuckled and muttered:

"Don't listen to the nonsense of that quack doctor in this town. There's nothing you can do to save it. Your injury won't be a big deal to us. We just need to drain the congestion out.

"It's actually not a problem here, there are immortals.

"Who are we? We traveled through time. How awesome is this? Don't these immortals have to keep us captive wherever we go? It's so easy to ask them for an elixir."

There was no response from ‘Li Pingan’.

'Li Dazhi' pursed his lips hard and held back the tears that filled his eyes.

He lowered his head and covered 'Li Pingan' with tattered clothes and added two pieces of firewood to the fire. He huddled next to the raft, his head slowly resting on 'Li Pingan''s head, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

He is too tired.

He was so tired that he might not be able to tell whether the young man on the raft was still breathing.

He was so tired that he probably didn't see the spots on the young man's face.

He continued to move forward, dragging the raft and walking barefoot in the endless Gobi Desert, looking for the legendary springs and immortals.

Day after day.

The vulture kept circling in the sky, and the middle-aged man never put down the curled knife in his hand.

Li Ping'an watched, he could only watch, he didn't know what to say, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind, he just watched, watching a middle-aged man fighting with the vulture, watching him collapse due to physical exhaustion

On the ground, he stood up again and again.

The young man on the board is dead.

But the middle-aged man would still keep talking to a corpse that was gradually drying up.

Finally, the spring water appeared in front of the middle-aged man. He desperately dragged the raft into the spring water, and then watched the bodies on the raft slowly sink.

The spring water has magical effects. The wounds on the middle-aged man's body are healing quickly, and his physical strength is also recovering quickly.

But the corpse didn't react at all.

"Son, son, get up, son... Peace, peace? We are here... here..."

He shouted, his emotions suddenly collapsed, he knelt in the shallow spring water, held his head and screamed.

Li Ping stood quietly by the spring, raised his head and closed his eyes.

The picture in front of me was blown away by the wind.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!