I Became Invincible After Sweeping The Floor For 70 Years - Chapter 859 - : Eighteen Thousand Fate

I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination…

End-time divine doctor An Ning never expected that at the moment of her death, she would enter a cliché ancient romance novel. Even less did she expect that after entering it, she would be assassinated every day by the crazy male lead!...Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, after the princess fell into the water, she unexpectedly saved the little prince, and now the emperor is about to reward her!Prince: ......Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, at the palace banquet, the princess blocked a sword for the empress, and the empress bestowed upon her a death-free gold token.Prince: ......Prince: Is the princess dead?Servant: Reporting to the prince, the princess jumped off the city wall in place of Miss Bai, leaving no whole body, and her bones were burned and scattered.On that day,Xiao Jingxing saved his white moonlight but slaughtered a city for An Ning!...Many years later, a peerless divine doctor appeared in the martial world, exceptionally beautiful and astonishing the world!...The male lead initially has a white moonlight, and genuinely attempts to kill the female lead. The female lead has a special constitution that allows wounds to self-heal, so she cannot be killed. After the female lead leaves the male lead, she lets herself free, leading to the male lead's courtship inferno!The novel focuses on satisfying plot twists, but does not rule out emotional pain, readers with a fragile heart, beware.The ending is happy, with a promise of no unfinished plots.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.