Finding a successor.

Su zhentian.

Sunset ruins.

Cen fangpo was unconscious and fell into Qi zilang's arms. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly pale.

Beside her, the green-robed and silver-haired Yao qingying opened her palm and pressed it in the air. A huge funnel formed by green light spots was mighty, like a heavenly River flowing backward, and it was still pouring into cen fangfu's body.

With the green light shining on her Jade-like face, she looked like a fairy in the lake, sleeping quietly at the bottom of the lake. The Emerald-like lake water rippled slightly, reflecting the beauty of the generation.

The surging vitality and the little aura that escaped from it made the entire ultimate sunset ruins grow. In the blink of an eye, the desert that was originally sparse in vegetation turned into a fertile land with dense vegetation.