The bamboo forest is deep and the leaves are dense.

Rays of sunlight sprinkled down, shining through the gaps between the leaves, leaving mottled light and shadows on the ground. From time to time, rustling sounds surrounded the ears, melodious and pleasant.

A few more wrinkles appeared on Chen Qingyuan's face, and there was little black hair left on his head.

The face looks old and the qi and blood are exhausted.

Not to mention getting up and walking around, even sitting down made me feel uncomfortable, tired, and increasingly sleepy.

He knew that this body was about to end.

It will take at most three to five years.

Great, the wait is finally coming.

Only when you die of old age can you achieve perfection.

Although life is plain and simple, it is not boring at all.

Chen Qingyuan felt the vitality slipping away from his body and thought calmly about what to do next.

Yan Ze, who was with him, often stayed in the room, holding the storybook and reading it, which was very interesting. The content of the storybook recorded the gossips of many top strong men, some of which were true and some were false, making it difficult to distinguish.

Xuanling Holy Land, inside an ancient fairy palace.

Wang Taohua, dressed in pink brocade clothes, took out the best quality spiritual wood from the holy land's treasury.

Holding a small knife in his hand, he worked hard to build a coffin.

Focus and carve meticulously.

It took several months to complete the coffin.

In fact, Wang Taohua only needed to think about it. However, he wanted to do it himself and enjoy the process.

He took out thick lacquer that was as red as blood and painted a layer of it on every part of the coffin.

There are many exquisite lines carved on it, which are very skillful.

"nailed it."

Looking at her own masterpiece, Wang Taohua felt a great sense of accomplishment, and was in a good mood with a smile on her face.

"You have a good skill, and you can carry it forward in the future."

Wang Taohua walked around the red coffin several times to make sure there were no flaws, nodded with satisfaction, and praised herself.

"Let's meet him again before he dies!"

He used the top magic to set up powerful restrictions around the red coffin, fearing that something might go wrong. After finishing, Wang Taohua felt a little relieved and strode towards the bamboo forest.

No one in Xuanling Holy Land dared to enter the palace without Wang Taohua's order, let alone cause damage to the coffin.

Besides, how many people in the world can break into Wang Taohua’s fairy mountain mansion?

"rustle......"

The breeze feels cool on your face.

Wang Taohua held three jugs of fine wine in her left hand, shaking them gently. Her right thumb was on her belt, relaxed naturally. She looked straight ahead, humming a little tune.

"Not dead yet."

As soon as she entered the bamboo courtyard, Wang Taohua shouted at Chen Qingyuan who was lying and sleeping.

Chen Qingyuan heard the voice, but was too lazy to respond.

With a "thump", three jugs of fine wine fell on the table.

Yan Ze walked out of the house. Although he looked older, he was in great spirits, completely different from the dying Chen Qingyuan.

"Old Yan, cook some snacks to go with the wine."

Wang Taohua sat down in an empty seat at the table without any hesitation.

"Row."

Yan Ze readily agreed and started to work.

"Don't act so cool, say a few words."

Seeing that Chen Qingyuan didn't move, Wang Taohua stretched out her left foot and gently touched his toes.

"Too lazy to say."

Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at his bad friend, and spoke weakly.

"Don't lie down, get up and drink."

Wang Taohua urged.

A moment later, Yan Ze brought some delicious dishes to the table.

Three people sat at the table, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, the scene was warm.

After eating and drinking, they sat side by side.

Talking about the past and present, I feel a lot of emotion.

A few days later, Wang Taohua passed away.

When he left, he even cursed with a smile: "Even though I know that it's just an incarnation of yours, I still feel a little annoyed."

With the departure of Wang Taohua, the secluded life in the bamboo forest returned to peace again.

Day after day, year after year.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Qingyuan had lost his appetite in recent days. Even the dishes cooked by Yan Ze could not arouse his appetite.

The breeze blowing through the bamboo forest no longer had the warmth and coolness of the past, but was mixed with a biting chill that made Chen Qingyuan feel cold all over, and he couldn't help but shrink.

With his ability, even if he had no spiritual energy in his body, he could still perform some magic to protect his body with the power of heaven and earth. However, he was unwilling to do so, and he took off the magical robe given by Wang Taohua a long time ago.

He looked like a truly ordinary old man, with white hair, wrinkles all over his face, dark skin, and skinny.

"Your honor."

Yan Ze, who was sitting nearby, called out softly, his brows full of worry and reluctance, and he was in a low mood.

"Through the realization of the Way, I have now achieved perfection. I should be happy and not sad."

Chen Qingyuan heard the concern in Yan Ze's gentle call. His face looked haggard, he smiled slightly, and his voice was rough and hoarse.

"Ah."

How could Yan Ze not understand such a simple truth? However, after always being by Chen Qingyuan's side, seeing him gradually age and eventually die, he felt a little blocked and uncomfortable in his heart.

"When we meet again next year, we must...have a drink and chat happily."

Chen Qingyuan was lying on the chair, finding it difficult to get up. He turned to look at Yan Ze with all his strength, speaking slowly and weakly.

"Okay." Yan Ze was looking forward to this day and forced a smile on his face.

"Thanks, brother."

When he spoke again, his voice became weaker.

After he finished speaking, the last bit of strength left in Chen Qingyuan's body dissipated with the cold wind.

The body stiffened and the eyes slowly closed.

A strange light emerged from between the eyebrows, which others could not detect.

Although Yan Ze could not see this strange light, he could feel Chen Qingyuan's original breath leaving this body.

"Farewell, Your Majesty."

He immediately stood up and bowed to Chen Qingyuan.

Chen Qingyuan's original soul power entered a special space channel.

Yan Ze informed Wang Taohua of the news immediately.

Upon learning this, Wang Taohua's heart tightened slightly.

"Pass on my order. All elders in the sect must wear mourning clothes and sincerely mourn. Anyone who disobeys my order will be executed!"

Wang Taohua leaped high into the sky, overlooking everyone in the sect. She transmitted her message to every corner with a stern tone that would not tolerate any disobedience.

"As ordered!"

The Holy Lord and a group of ancestors appeared at the fastest speed and bowed to receive the order. Although they were confused, this was the order of the ancestor and must be strictly followed and not questioned.

Upon hearing this, Su Qianran, the saint, felt her heart tremble. She guessed the reason and turned to look in the direction of the bamboo forest, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Not long after, Wang Taohua, accompanied by a group of high-level officials from Xuanling Holy Land, descended on the bamboo forest with such force that it attracted countless people to watch.

Walking to the bamboo house and looking at the corpse lying on the bamboo rocking chair, Wang Taohua put away her usual playful expression and became extremely serious.

A coffining ceremony is held and the body is carefully placed in the coffin.

"It's a little awkward."

Wang Taohua looked at the coffin, feeling a little sad, and muttered to herself.