With tears and snot, he told his story. To him, it was a dark history. He was trapped on the Immortal Path, completely isolated from this world.
"What?!" Everybody was startled.
"Unfortunately, it's not the Immortal Path of this generation. It's the path from millions of years ago. Granny dug the ancient path and broke the primordial chaos. We fell into the unknown primordial divine soil."
Speaking of the old woman, Tu Fei was sad. That senior from the same generation as Crazy 'Ole couldn't resist the Time Heaven Blade. She had passed away. However, she had taught Tu Fei many things.
They had dug the vestige to collect the Northern Pole Immortal Light. Now, they were trapped on the Immortal Path.
"You became the Quasi-emperor. You went against the natural order," Li Heishui exclaimed. With Tu Fei's innate endowment, it was impossible for him to reach this step.
Ye Fan could see it more clearly than Li Heishui. Tu Fei had finished his transformation. His innate endowment was different now. It wasn't early to become the Quasi-emperor at four thousand years old. However, his foundation was solid.
"It's the Nirvana Sky Technique. Unfortunately, Granny didn't succeed. I died once and was reborn." Tu Fei didn't conceal anything and told them everything.
Tu Fei returned to the Celestial Court. Knowing what had happened so many years ago, he couldn't help but sigh. The Chaotic Dark World and the Golden Age made people sigh.
Especially when Ye Fan became the Emperor, he was astounded. Then, he felt relieved. No matter what, he was the Quasi-emperor now.
"Time flies. We've achieved so much." Tu Fei sighed. Then, tears welled up in his eyes. He would never see many people again.
Three of the five bandits were dead. He would never see Liu Kou, Wu Zhongtian, and Jiang Huairen again. Some of them were killed in the Ancient Tribe and the Killer God Dynasty. Others were killed in the Chaotic Dark Era.
"Ahhhh..." Tu Fei cried. Time flew fast. Four thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye. He would never see his friends again.
Li Heishui and Ye Fan were sad. They patted his shoulder, not knowing what to say.
Black King stooped his head so low that it almost touched the ground. He had sent Tu Fei Chuan away. After so many years, he had finally returned. However, it really couldn't be blamed for this. Back then, the situation was critical. Everyone was trapped in the Undying Mountain, and the Headless Horseman had appeared. It had no choice but to use the chessboard's formation pattern as an experiment to teleport people away. Saving one's life came first, accuracy second.
"Where's my grandfather? He …" Tu Fei shivered.
"The old man is still here. He keeps talking about waiting for you to come back."
Soon after, Tu Tian was brought over. He really was too old, already entering his later years.
In fact, if not for Ye Fan extending his life with his blood, he would have died many years ago.
"Grandpa!" Tu Fei screamed, his face wet with tears.
"Little Fei, you... you're finally back to see your grandfather." The old man's eyes were watery. He shivered and pulled Tu Fei's hand, his lips shivering.
He cried. He had lived for so many years, and he had also made a name for himself, yet in the end, he was only waiting for his grandson's return. He couldn't let it go, his heart full of grief.
"Grandpa, long live. I'm back. From now on, we will never separate. I want to show my filial piety to you," Tu Fei cried.
He knew that only one or two of the Thirteen Great Bandits, whose names had shaken the entire Eastern Barren Continent, were still alive. If they didn't die in the Dark War, they would have died of old age.
It made him sad. His grandfather Tu Tian had survived because he had an obsession. He couldn't let go of Shi Yan and hoped to see him again.
"As I can see you, I'm satisfied. Even if I have to die, I won't have any regrets." Tu Tian's hair was white, his eyes empty. Tears rolled down his face.
"Grandpa, you can't die. I want to show my filial piety to you," Tu Fei screamed.
"Foolish child, how can people not die? Several thousand years have passed in a flash, and the new generation will replace the old. This world belongs to you, and people like us will slowly die and disappear." Tu Tian seemed to be consoling him, but he also seemed to be deeply moved.
"I don't want you to die. I don't want my grandfather to die!" Tu Fei cried like rain.
Ye Fan wanted to refine the Peerless God Blood to prolong Tu Tian's life.
"No need. Thank you, Little Ye. It's been so many years. I feel guilty. If I didn't want to see Tu Fei, I wouldn't have let you waste a drop of blood," Tu Tian refused.
Everybody tried to persuade him.
However, he shook his head persistently. "How can I do that? The so-called Peerless God Blood is consuming Little Ye's life. It's the Origin of life. We can't waste it on me."
"It's okay. The Celestial Court has the King Pharmacist. They can keep him alive," said Ye Fan. Seeing his grandfather die, he didn't feel good.
"I've waited for my grandson. I don't have any regrets. I'm satisfied now. I can go and accompany my old friends. We, the Great Bandits, can reunite in the underworld. I miss them so much," said Tu Tian absent-mindedly.
He was absent-minded. "The great golden era will come to an end eventually. Heroes will die. Time is like a knife. At that time, you guys will need the King Pharmacist more than me. I can see a tragic era coming. It's better to leave the Divine Pellets to kids like you."
Everybody was startled, then sighed.
Half a year later, Tu Tian left this world. Tu Fei had accompanied him for the last part of his life. The old man left contentedly without any regrets.
Time flowed like water, and it could no longer be turned back.
Another one thousand years had passed. Ye Fan was more than five thousand years old now. His Blood Qi was vigorous. When other people reached this age, it was a sign that they were about to leave the peak of their life, heading towards their old age.
However, he had just started. He had the Saint Physique, so he could live for ten thousand years. Today, he had become the Heavenly King. It was hard to say how long he could live.
However, time was merciless. It couldn't take away his youth, but it was harvesting the lives of the older generation.
During this time, Old Sabre Honcho, the grandson of the Killing Saint Qi Luo, passed away. His life had come to an end. Not long after, the Big Dipper sent the bad news. The Red Dragon Daoist, who had helped Ye Fan, passed away. Then, the Peacock King and the Crow Daoist also passed away.
The five thousand years old Ye Fan was unrivaled in the world. No one dared to challenge him. However, he felt great sorrow in his heart.
The people who had helped him passed away one after another. It made him sad, but he had no real solution. He wanted to prolong their lives, but he was rejected.
The Saint Blood was like a divine medicine, especially when he had become the Heavenly King's Saint Physique. His blood was even more precious. However, it was just like what the people who rejected him had said. Blood Qi was his life. To prolong the lives of others, it would consume a part of his lifespan.
When the elders passed away, they would rather die than let him consume their lifespan.
The Qilin Medicine and the Peaches of Immortality had ripened once. They were picked and preserved. The elders didn't eat them. They wanted to leave them for the next generation like Ye Fan, the monkey, Ye Tong, Yang Xi, and Komatsu. When the golden era ended, they would need them in their later years.
Although Ye Fan was unrivaled in this world, he couldn't do anything. He was searching for the path of immortality, but those people couldn't afford to wait.
In these five thousand years, it was difficult for him to meet a worthy opponent. However, he couldn't do anything about the passage of time. He couldn't bring back the youth and lives of those people.
Sometimes, Ye Fan would gaze at the starry sky alone. He often didn't move for an entire night. His relatives and friends passed away one after another. This made him sad and lonely. His wife and daughter had also left, and it would be difficult for them to meet again. Although he stood at the peak of human dao, he couldn't change anything. After a few thousand years, would his peers all die? At that time, he would be even more lonely.
From the earliest Uncle Jiang, Zhang Wuye, to the later Victorious Buddha, Gu Tianshu, Qi Luo, and then the Human Devil, the Old Madman, Tu Tian, and now the Crimson Dragon Daoist and the others. They passed away one after another. If this went on, how could he accept this kind of sorrow?
In the following years, large numbers of Heavenly Soldiers began to grow old. There were also Heavenly Generals who died. The generation of the Celestial Court began to grow old and pass away.
As time passed, Ye Fan was already six thousand years old. His unrivalled power flourished even more than in the past. Not to mention having enemies, it was already difficult to find someone who could take a single move from him.
However, he became even more desolate.
As far as the eye could see, there were many more tombstones in the Celestial Court. Large numbers of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals died, buried in the heavenly garden. There were also some familiar old friends who would never return.
The autumn winds rose, the cold biting into one's bones. Ye Fan stood in the cemetery and looked at the tombstones. His heart was cold. He walked past step by step, becoming more and more silent.
Now, the people of the Celestial Court were all old.
Up until now, only the monkey, Ye Tong, Yang Xi and the others still had blood energy surging like a sea, reaching the peak of their lives. Around six thousand years old was their most glorious age. Their might shook the cosmos, intimidated the world.
During these years, when they appeared, no one could resist them. They were revered in the heavens above and earth below, extremely resplendent and glorious!
However, if time continued to flow on, they would be like the noon sun. In the end, they would tilt westward, gradually leaving their peak.
Apart from them, the others had long since gone downhill. Like the setting sun, they were no longer in their prime.
This year, an important combat power of the Celestial Court, the peak expert Shan Huang, reached the end of his life. He passed away in meditation in Undying Mountain. As for the other great demons who had escaped from the 18 layers of hell with him and followed Ye Fan into the Celestial Court, they had already died many years ago.
In the same year, after leaving the underworld, the half-human, half-demon Gu Xinao's body disintegrated. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, an end to this muddle-headed life.
The peerless combat power of the Celestial Court began to pass away one after another. This meant that after the Celestial Court reached the peak of its glory, it would begin to wither like all living things in the world. It couldn't escape this law. It would fall into desolation and the curtains would fall.
It wasn't just the Celestial Court. The entire world was the same. All bloodlines were showing signs of aging. After the incomparably glorious golden era developed to its peak, it began to decline.
Everyone knew that the great era was about to wither!
This law of change was irresistible. The development of all living things was destined to decline.
"The Jade Fall Monarch is dead!"
"The Netherworld King Physique contended for hegemony in the golden era. Now, its old injuries have flared up and it has turned into dust."
"The Feather Monarch defied the heavens and broke through. He died with his bones crushed."
"The Brahma Battle Physique's old injuries triggered new dao injuries and he has turned into dust."
"The Void Celestial Body has aged and is sitting in the fossil chamber!"
…
News came one after another. One after another, world-shaking heroes reached the end of their lives. The great era was showing signs of decline. The so-called golden era was truly about to wither.
There were even more tombstones in the Celestial Court. At a glance, the tombstones were like a forest. An entire generation of heavenly soldiers and generals had passed away. The wind blew away the fallen leaves, making this place seem very desolate.
Ye Fan stood there, not moving for a long time.
"Master, seal me!" A voice came from behind Ye Fan.
It was Komatsu. He was in the most glorious era of his life. He was still young, simple and pure. Time had not left any traces on his face.
"I want to protect the Celestial Court. One day, when even Master is no longer young, I will come out. I don't want it to wither. I want to let its glory continue," Komatsu said seriously.
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