Prayer.

The sixth year of Xianxi.

March.

Once again, the grass grew, the birds flew, and the flowers fought for warmth.

The starry sky was still vast, empty, and cold ...

PEI Ling sat cross-legged in mid-air, thinking to himself. It was already March, and there were only eleven days left until the 11th of March in the dream world and the human world.

Judging from the prayers that pointed to him these days, the talented and beautiful jade were trying to get to the designated place.

In the mountains to the East of Lu Dong mansion, there were also many believers gathered.

As soon as the time was up, he would be able to use the [ vengeful curse ] and suck all the mortals who prayed to him dry ...

At that time, it would be for the best if he could increase his immortal status. Even if he couldn't ... He could at least increase his strength.