Like a sudden cold wave in the night, winter is coming, and the era of the transcendent ends just like that. Within a few days, many immortals died, returning to normalcy. Large numbers of transcendents fell from the sky, becoming ordinary mortals.　　0

What should I do now? 0

Wang Xuan pondered. Deep down, he didn't want to leave. He had parents, friends, and everyone he knew and recognized in this familiar world.　　0

Unlike immortals, he didn't feel detached from the present world. His attachment to his homeland had faded over the years, so leaving wasn't such a difficult choice. He wanted to be with his loved ones and didn't want to let go of these feelings. But was he really carving his own path if he stayed in this world? He actually didn't know, without absolute certainty.　　0

"The north wind rolls the white grasses, the eternal winter covers the dark night, myths wither away, swept away, and vanish forever," Wang Xuan muttered to himself.　　0

Standing in the spaceship, Wang Xuan looked through the large screen at the deep universe. He felt insignificant, just a planet in the vast expanse of the cosmos, not even a speck of dust.　　0

However, in such a vast universe, there was no longer a place for transcendent. Cultivators had no way forward, losing their last Pure Land.　　0

He worried about the shadow couple. 0

Where did they want to go? Was it feasible? 0

Just after witnessing the tragic demise of the white-haired woman in a blaze of blood, he didn't want anyone else around him to embark on a path of no return.　　0

"I want to have a good talk with them about the Life...0