C935 Grandpa

In the sky above the Myriad Devil Immortal Killing Land.

An elder with white hair and a white beard sat on a flying sword, drinking the wine made by himself in a gourd with a carefree and happy expression.

He rode his sword in the air and looked at the dark clouds in the distance, then blinked his eyes as if he was deep in thought.

"Back then, when the Immortal Dao collapsed