"Miaoyi fell into the underworld, using the power of will as a memento for me, saying … that we will meet again in the next life."
Ye Fan wandered through the cosmos alone, gazing at the boundless starry skies. His heart was filled with grief. He needed power, an unmatched divine might that could fight against supreme beings. How could he charge into the underworld if he didn't?
Several levels of the pagoda were broken. Five hundred years had long since been covered in dust, as well as old memories. Western Desert could no longer see the past Lake of Ayu, nor could they see that beautiful figure.
Ye Fan descended onto the great earth, walking step by step, diligently searching. Back then, the two of them circled the lake, listening to the ancient temple's long drawn out bell sounds. It seemed as if it was still before their eyes.
There was only rubble ahead. The great bell had been broken for hundreds of years, its rust half buried in the earth. Lake of Ayu had already dried up, becoming a desert. There was only gravel left.
That past unmatched magnificence, that pure lotus like figure, had long ceased to exist in this world. Everything had become the past. Only the wind was still there, blowing the damaged scriptures, making hualala sounds. The damaged scripture barrels spun about, creating chaotic sounds, not letting down the buddhist chanting.
He could still remember the sunset glow that filled the sky. The setting sun dyed the sacred temple red. They waved goodbye. He walked towards his own path, and she sent him off with a smile. It was a brilliant smile, but there were sparkling teardrops falling down.
"Ah …"
Ye Fan stood by Western Desert's Lake of Ayu, roaring towards the heavens. His hair was disheveled, dancing about like dragons and snakes. He erupted with the most powerful aura.
Sand and stones flew everywhere, smashing against the shore and splitting apart the plateau. It was like a flood, sweeping into the distance, startling the entire boundless great earth.
A sorrowful laugh sounded. This was a type of helplessly looking back.
Spring after spring split open at the bottom of the dried up lake. Water gushed out, clear and sparkling. After two days and two nights, it filled Lake of Ayu. Looking down from the heavens, it looked like a teardrop.
The dust of the Temple of Ayu was all gone. The rubble was dim and without luster, still scattered there. The broken walls hadn't changed. Ye Fan didn't want to rebuild it either.
"This is a miracle!"
"Lake of Ayu has reappeared, the heavens have shown their spirit!"
On the plateau, many herdsmen ran, rushing to inform each other, gathering towards Lake of Ayu. Many people were crying tears of joy.
The land here used to be fertile and there was no shortage of fish and rice. But ever since the chaos of the darkness, the spiritual veins here had collapsed and the plateau became desolate.
"The reappearance of Lake Ashok is a blessing from the heavens. This is the bright pearl of our highland. Our most precious sacred lake will bring us prosperity! "
Many people cheered, and many elders were so moved that their eyes were brimming with tears. With every step they took, they kowtowed as if they were on a pilgrimage. Many people followed suit and prayed by the lakeside.
"Yi, that person … is too similar. He is exactly the same as the person in the painting. He is the immortal from back then!"
Suddenly, an old man with one foot in the grave had a look of shock in his muddy eyes. He trembled as he walked forward and saw Ye Fan.
Next to the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly in his own world, looking at Lake Ashoka and thinking about the past.
"May I ask if you were a deity from back then?" The old man's voice trembled.
Ye Fan turned around and looked at them. He sighed softly and didn't say anything.
"It's him … the man in the painting!"
"Back then, our ancestors saw him. He was strolling here with a female Bodhisattva. He used to sprinkle divine light and help many people."
"Yes, that female Bodhisattva used to cultivate here and saved many people. Many people have her portrait in their homes."
Their ancestors lived here and said that there was a female Bodhisattva who cultivated here. She was a great benefactor to the people of the highland. She saved the sick and used divine light to bathe newborn babies. She helped the herdsmen open up fertile pastures and diverted rivers to irrigate the fields.
Some people had seen this female Bodhisattva walking together with Ye Fan. The two of them were like a pair of immortal lovers, leaving a deep impression on the herdsmen's ancestors.
"Is the female Bodhisattva still here?" An old man pushed away his grandson's support and knelt down to express his gratitude.
Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable. Now that he was the only one left, how could he respond? He raised his hand and sprinkled down a rain of light, covering everyone. It made the old man in his twilight years look hale and hearty, cured the middle-aged man of all illnesses, and made the children more spirited and healthy.
"It's the deity from back then, the person who was with the female Bodhisattva. Can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva went? We have always worshiped her portrait and are grateful to her for generations to come."
Behind him, a herdsman gathered his courage and asked loudly.
Ye Fan was silent. His hands slowly moved. The ground rumbled and the whole highland began to shake. Now that his Genesis technique had reached great heights, he could change the world. Soon, the underground dragon vein was connected and spiritual energy surged.
Then, he rose into the air. His fingers were like knives, plowing the ground and creating rivers. Not long after, the water flowed along the rivers, nourishing the barren land and giving it a new lease of life.
"The deity has shown himself. Thank the heavens for their gift!"
Many herdsmen knelt down when they saw this scene. Their voices were like a tsunami.
"It's not that the heavens have eyes, it's not that the world has feelings, and don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your hearts did. I believe that if she were still alive, she would do the same. If you want to worship, please worship her. Remember her name — An Miaoyi! "
In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded.
In the era when Mount Meru had been torn apart, the Great Thunder Temple had collapsed, Buddhism had declined, and there was a lack of faith, but the people on the Ayu Highland had never forgotten this female Bodhisattva. It was clear how deeply she had penetrated into their hearts.
From that day on, the collapsed Ahama Temple was rebuilt. The ancient temple was once again dyed with a divine luster by the setting sun. The rubble was washed by the herdsmen and covered with the original ancient materials.
The temple did not worship the ancient Buddhas of the heavens. There was only one woman, and that was An Miaoyi. There were people praying every day, and the incense was burning. The original clay statue began to gain vitality and luster.
Ye Fan went to the Lantuo Temple again, but unfortunately, he could not find anything. There was not even a trace of it. He climbed Mount Meru. It was no longer as grand as before and was a little deserted. Although many experts and preachers from the ancient Amitabha star field had come, it could not be compared to the atmosphere of the former number one holy land of Buddhism.
Bodhi covered the sky, covering the mountains and plains.
Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving his footprints on Mount Meru. Then, he headed east, crossing the Central Continent and heading to the Eastern Wasteland to search for traces of the past.
Unfortunately, everything was like a dream, an illusion, or a flash of lightning, buried in the past.
"Miaoyi is no longer here …" Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, roaming about the great wasteland like a lone wolf. He was set off by the setting sun like blood.
He wanted to become stronger, to reach the level where he could fight supreme beings. Looking back on the past five hundred years, every bit of the past moved his emotions and made his blood boil.
"I will fight my way into the underworld!"
With a long roar, the mountains and valleys all rumbled. He was like a comet streaking across the sky. That day, he appeared in many places.
When he found the ruins of the Northern Divine City and held a memorial service, it caused a commotion. Some people recognized him, and the news swept through the Eastern Wasteland like a hurricane.
"The Divine Physique Ye Fan who had disappeared for many years has returned!"
"Heavens, it's him. The current peerless expert has killed six or seven ancient princes. Who can contend against him?"
The Eastern Wasteland was shaken. Countless experts rushed over. Many of the younger cultivators and young experts who rose up in recent decades were incomparably excited.
"Senior, is it really you?"
"Senior Ye, please accept me as your disciple!"
A group of people surrounded him. Some excitedly paid their respects while others knelt down, wanting to become his disciple.
Several hundred years had passed. Ye Fan's former enemies had either been annihilated or beaten by his disciple until they couldn't raise their heads. His name shook the starry sky, and there were naturally many people who admired him.
The achievements of the battle three hundred years ago couldn't be erased. He sacrificed himself for the dao, his blood splashing across the starry sky. After falling for several hundred years, his miraculous return naturally became a legend.
Ye Fan looked at these young and tender faces and thought of many things. He was once full of vigor and even had the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, but now, he found that all of his pursuits had slowly changed.
He had only cultivated for five hundred years, yet there were already irreparable regrets in his life. One could imagine what those great emperors who didn't die in hundreds of battles and grew old alone had faced. Just thinking about it made him feel miserable.
Ye Fan supported those youths who were still somewhat immature. He silently passed through the crowd and headed into the distance. How could he be in the mood to accept disciples?
Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. Only a small portion of people survived the collapse of the holy lands like Ten Thousand Beginnings and Dayan. When they saw the current Ye Fan, their expressions were incomparably complicated.
A middle-aged man with hair as white as snow had a stupefied expression. He was the saint child of Ten Thousand Beginnings who was chosen later on. Even though he succeeded the position of holy lord, they still declined in the end and returned to the mortal world. Looking at Ye Fan who was as famous as him in the past, but whose name had already shaken the entire cosmos, he could only bitterly smile. Time was truly ruthless, burying too many things.
One of the girls had clear eyes as she watched calmly. She was just as quiet as before. Ye Fan sensed something and turned around. He nodded. He recognized that it was the Dao Yi saintess. They had met several times before, so his impression of her wasn't bad.
"Brother Ye, we can only watch from afar. Back then, the great completion of the holy body, the unrivalled under the heavens, is about to become true." Beside the road, another martial divine male with a head full of black hair spoke.
He was the holy lord of Dayan. As time passed, he became stronger. He discovered that he couldn't keep up with that person's footsteps and was left far behind.
Ye Fan turned around and nodded in greeting. He completely disappeared from this place.
The Wind Clan had yet to be annihilated. A Nine Phoenix Sun Bearing Carriage stopped in the distance. There were people watching from within, but they could only helplessly sigh. Right now, Ye Fan was a character that even those with ancient emperor bloodlines would have a headache.
There were naturally many ancient races in the Northern Dipper Continent. Many people came to watch, all of them had complicated emotions in their hearts. When facing Ye Fan, they could only lower their heads and give way.
Ye Fan's appearance shook the Northern Dipper Continent. Many familiar and unfamiliar people rushed over, wanting to meet with him. This included those from Grand Xia who hadn't been annihilated yet, as well as cultivators from the Sky Demon Palace and Jade Lake, as well as the lord himself.
He didn't linger and left alone, entering the depths of the Great Desolate. Three words rang out in his ears, "We'll meet again in the next life …"
His heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife. Others felt that his cultivation speed was already fast enough, but he felt that it wasn't enough. He still couldn't sweep through everything in this world. There were still paragons in this world that could rival him!
He began to break through. The blood in his body surged as he observed the sun, moon, mountains and rivers. The dao entered his mind, and he read the emperor's scriptures of the past. Each and every scripture took form, resembling ancient emperors that revolved around him.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers as his master. With the emperor's scriptures as his companion, he wanted to soar into the heavens, facing all enemies in this world head-on!
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