The yellowing sun sets, the sunset gradually fading away.
An elderly sage in white wanders aimlessly between heaven and earth, his white hair flowing, his steps light, as if his mood is very joyful.
But countless points of light disperse from around the elder, flying in all directions.
As the points of light continue to scatter, the elder's life force gradually wilts, and his eyes slowly dim.
However, the elder in white is not concerned. His heart is filled with joy and satisfaction, without any regrets, not even the slightest fear in the face of eternal slumber.
Life and death are of no consequence to him anymore. He has lived for so long, seeing familiar faces perish, witnessing the familiar transform into the vast changes of time, and there's nothing in the world worth his concern anymore.
