Ask for Immortality

Ten-year-old Mo Hua wore the simple robes of an outer sect disciple, listlessly squatting behind a large rock at the foot of the mountain. He held grass roots in his hand and was burying himself in the ground, drawing intricate patterns.,During this period of peace, the cultivation world flourished for over 20,000 years, reaching its peak of prosperity. Its vast territory encompassed countless cultivators.,When the Mo painter closed his eyes, a broken stele appeared in his mind's eye.。