After returning to the main **** space, Feng Qian lay on the bed and slept.

Fragments of each plane, no matter what their character, in the end, they all look like a very annoying little goblin, and they are not restless at all.

In the end, it was her who was tired.

When he woke up, Feng Qian had already been transported to a new plane.

She opened her eyes, and the mist was shrouded in front of her, and the faint water vapor that rushed toward her face instantly refreshed her.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

She is now standing on the top of a cliff, raising her eyes and looking into the distance, standing with her hands behind her back.

Feng Qian retracted his hand, and sat on a large rock beside him without any image, and began to receive memories.

This is a fantasy plane.

Xuanming Continent.

As the spiritual qi becomes increasingly depleted, the fertile ground for cultivation has gradually become barren.

Cultivators often get stuck in a bottleneck period after reaching a certain rank, unable to break through for a long time.

Therefore, the beginning of a generation is not as good as a generation.

The original owner is one of the strongest in the mainland, and the Buddhist family lives in seclusion in Xianming Mountain.

More than 5,000 years ago, the Xuanming Continent was still full of spiritual energy, and the original owner was extremely talented, and he rose to the status of a **** at a young age.

After cultivators break through the ninth level and become immortals, they have to go through a longer period of cultivation before they can ascend to gods.

The original owner was very talented, and his cultivation was like hanging up. He went straight to the top and became a god.

However, the original owner was more Buddhist, and after being promoted to God, he did not go to the upper realm. Instead, he chose to live in seclusion in Xianming Mountain, living a quiet life of living and resting at sunrise.

The original owner was cold-hearted, but kind-hearted.

She has also taken in some homeless children since she lived in seclusion.

There were many people who took in, and later it evolved into a faction.

The original owner didn't care much about these things. She also turned a blind eye to the things that the children made. She was cold and indifferent to everything.

But everyone in Xianming Mountain knows that the gods are cold and warm-hearted.

Even if the original owner has a cold personality, he is very popular.

After receiving the memory, Feng Qian found that there were no side quests this time.

In other words, the original owner did not have any wishes.

[Ding Dong ~ Hidden Mission: Please maintain the cold and cold character of the host. 】

Maintain the character?

Feng Qian raised her eyebrows, this was the first time she had encountered such a task.

However, it is not difficult.

There were footsteps behind him, Feng Qian paused slightly, and stood up with a light cough.

With a straight face, the girl looked at the mist-shrouded mountains in the distance, and stood with her hands behind her back.

The beautiful and beautiful face has a light emotion, and the dark eyes also seem to be covered with a layer of mist, making it impossible to see the true emotions in the girl's eyes.

The corners of the skirt of the white clothes were lifted by the wind, and the fairy air was fluttering, very cold and dusty.

The young man dressed in white looked at the woman in front of him with reverence.

As expected, Lord God is still cold and out of the dust.

"grown ups."

The young man shouted respectfully.

Feng Qian paused, then looked at the other side slightly, and said in a light voice, "What's the matter?"

The young man replied respectfully: "Sir, the dean of Imperial College has personally climbed to the top of Xianming Mountain, and wants to meet your lord."

The girl's eyelids drooped slightly, her face could not see any emotion, after a while, she nodded slightly.

"Um."

Feng Qian followed the youth to the meeting room of Xianming Mountain.

The person who came was an old man in dark clothes, with white temples, sitting in his seat with a cup of tea in his hand.

Hearing the voice, the old man put down the tea in his hand, stood up and bowed his hands to Feng Qian: "Sir, Cang Huai, the dean of the Lower Imperial College, this time, there are many nuisances, and I hope you don't blame me."

Feng Qian raised her eyes and glanced at the other party, her tone was cold: "No problem."

After the cultivator breaks through the ninth floor, he will become an immortal. After that, his appearance will not change, and his lifespan will be greatly extended.

Although it looks like the original owner is a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, her real age is more than five thousand years old.

Much older than Canghuai.

It can even be said to be ancestral generations.