The snow lasted for a long time at the end of the 10,034th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar. The snow covered the sky and dyed Tianhe City silver.
On the last day of the year, Tianhe City was extremely lively. At night, the sky was illuminated by lights, making it seem as if it were daytime.
Thousands of homes were brightly lit, and countless people walked on the streets to celebrate the New Year.
In the Realm Palace of the Tianhe Realm, the halls of the palaces lit up with brilliant divine light that radiated through the endless space, illuminating the dark night.
Tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.
"Grandpa, why is it so lively this year?" In Tianhe City, a young girl took the old man's hand and asked curiously. She was already more than ten years old and knew a lot of things. She had celebrated the New Year before, but there had never been such an atmosphere.
It seemed that the Tianhe Realm attached great importance to the end of the year. Even the Realm Palace was different. It was extremely serious, and the whole world was celebrating.
"Because it will be a special year soon," said the old man.
"A special year?" The girl was puzzled. "How special?" she asked.
"You will know when you grow up." The old man smiled and rubbed the girl's head. His eyes were full of kindness. He looked up into the sky. Many years ago, the Tianhe Realm had experienced a great storm. The chaos of the world seemed to have never stopped, but their contributions were indelible. They had ended an era of darkness and turmoil.
On the snowy mountain, Ye Futian sat cultivating. His divine spirit sensed the situation in the Tianhe Realm, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled. Did the Tianhe Realm attach so much importance to the end of the year?
In the years he had lived, it was Qingzhou City that had the most "New Year" atmosphere. Later, as he moved towards higher cities and stronger worlds, the feeling of "New Year" became fainter and fainter. People were busy pursuing power and power, and cultivation was the most important thing. There was less of the mundane atmosphere of Qingzhou City.
Now, in Tianhe City, he saw such a prosperous scene. Could it be that this was the tradition of Tianhe City?
At this time, a figure walked up to Ye Futian. She looked into the distance, and her thoughts seemed to penetrate into the distance. She seemed to remember something, and there was a faint tear in the corner of her eye.
"Ping 'an." Ye Futian looked at the woman beside him and whispered, "Do you miss your parents?"
"Yes." Ping 'an smiled and nodded. She looked at Ye Futian and said, "Sorry for making you laugh."
"Their wish when they were alive was for you to be safe and happy. They wanted you to die peacefully. You don't have to be too sad," Ye Futian comforted her.
"No, I just thought of the time when I was with my parents. It's not purely sad." Ping 'an smiled and said, "Uncle-Master, let's go out for a walk. It's the same as everyone else."
"Alright." Ye Futian nodded. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. Then, they stepped into the air and walked down the mountain.
Before long, they arrived at Tianhe City. On the streets, there was an endless stream of people coming and going. On this day, no one had a conflict, and no one fought. Everyone was especially modest. Even if there was some friction, they just laughed it off. They all became tolerant and magnanimous.
Many people walked on the street with their children, enjoying the warm atmosphere.
"If only the world would always be like this," Ping 'an said with a smile as she looked at the beautiful scene.
Ye Futian smiled and shook his head. This was destined to be a fantasy.
The two of them walked aimlessly. They did not deliberately go there. They just looked at everything. Perhaps Ping 'an wanted to walk the familiar streets and walk the path she had walked all these years.
"Uncle-Master, is there anyone you miss?" Ping 'an looked up at Ye Futian beside her. His white hair and snow blended together. His handsome face and clear eyes. Uncle-Master must be someone with a story.
He was gentle, handsome, and talented. He must have had many women pursuing him. But why did his hair turn white?
Although Ye Futian was already 50 years old, for someone at the peak of the Saint Plane, 50 was definitely an extremely young age. Even if his cultivation did not change at all, his appearance could still remain the same for hundreds of years.
"Of course," Ye Futian said with a smile. "Not only do I miss someone, but there are many others."
"Who?" Ping 'an asked curiously.
"My lover, my teacher, my brothers, my friends, and many others. I miss them all," Ye Futian said.
"If you miss them, why don't you go find them?" Ping 'an asked. Her level was too low, and it was too difficult for her to grow up. She could not protect her parents, but Ye Futian's level was not low. He was at the peak of the Saint Plane, invincible below the Renhuang Plane.
"It is difficult to have both sides in the world. Everyone has their own difficulties. I also want to be with them. That is why I cultivated," Ye Futian said.
"I understand." Ping 'an nodded. She had cultivated in the past to protect her parents.
Uncle-Master must have many stories of his own.
"Is there a lake in Tianhe City?" Ye Futian asked.
"Yes." Ping 'an nodded. "Do you want to see the lake?"
"Yes." Ye Futian nodded.
"I will take you there." Ping 'an led the way. Not long after, they came to a lake. It was also bustling here. There were pleasure boats, and some people were lighting wishing lamps by the lake.
This scene was so familiar.
A bright smile appeared on Ye Futian's face. He loved the lake. Perhaps it was because the lake had accompanied him in his best memories, memories of his youth.
At this time, a bright and beautiful light shone into his eyes. Ye Futian looked up and saw the sky above the lake. Fireworks were blooming all over the sky. At this moment, his memories seemed to overlap, and time seemed to flow backward.
Countless cheers came from the lake, accompanied by the fireworks in the sky.
The 10,035th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar had finally arrived.
"So beautiful," Ping 'an murmured. She looked at Ye Futian's side profile. Under the light of the fireworks, his already handsome face looked even more stunning.
The man was like jade, and the man was unparalleled in the world.
Uncle-Master must be such a person.
Uncle-Master, the bright smile on his face. Was it because he was thinking of his lover?
This night was destined to be an extraordinary one.
…
The Divine Prefecture of the East, the Three Thousand Realms of the Great Path, the Nine Supreme Realms, and countless Lower Worlds.
The Heavenly Mandate Realm and the Higher Heavens Realm were both realms of the Nine Supreme Realms. They stood at the peak of the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path.
However, there was no dispute that the strongest of the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path was the Imperial Realm above the center of the Nine Supreme Realms. This was recognized by the Nine Supreme Realms without a doubt.
The Shen Clan was a force of the Imperial Realm. Therefore, even the Tianhe Realm, which was the Lower World of the Shen Clan, was very powerful. Many powerful Renhuangs had appeared there, and there was even someone as powerful as the Sky River Great Elder.
In the center of the Imperial Realm, there was a supreme divine palace. It towered into the sky, standing among the clouds, sacred and majestic.
The Sacred Hall was enveloped by countless rays of divine light. Everyone who passed by was extremely pious, bowing down to pay their respects.
This was the symbol of the Imperial Realm, the Empty Imperial Palace.
Rumor had it that this used to be the resting palace of Donghuang the Great.
Even today, there was still a statue of the Great Emperor inside. It was said that the Great Emperor's will had been left on the statue.
At this time, in the sky above the Empty Imperial Palace, the clouds moved.
Incomparably sacred light fell from the sky, turning into colorful divine light. Auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the vast sky seemed to tumble.
At this time, there seemed to be a beam of divine light coming from beyond the sky, landing in the sky above the divine palace.
Then, an invisible wave swept across the sky.
"Clang …"
A bell rang out, resounding through the sky.
This bell sound melded into the world, turning into an invisible rhythm, like endless lightning, shuttling through the endless void.
In the Imperial Realm, there was a top force with many palaces. In a majestic and sacred hall, many people were praying to the heavens. Tens of thousands of people knelt behind them, holy and pious.
"Clang!"
The bell sound came, and the people praying bowed at the same time, as if they had known that the bell would come.
"The oracle is coming, and we are here to welcome it." On the altar, the elder's expression was solemn, waiting for the oracle that would come from the Empty Imperial Palace.
The Shen clan, whose surname was Shen, was one of the forces that stood at the top of the Imperial Realm.
However, at this time, many cultivators of the Shen clan also gathered in one place, looking into the distance.
"Clang!"
The bell sound came, ringing in their minds.
It wasn't just them. In the boundless Territories, in the most powerful Realms of the 3,000 Realms of the Great Dao, countless living beings heard the tolling of the bell.
What was more frightening was that this bell passed through the 3,000 Realms of the Great Path, heading for the Higher Heavens Realm, the Heavenly Mandate Realm, and the other Nine Supreme Realms.
In the Divine Palace of the Higher Heavens Realm, the bell rang in the Golden Divine Nation, and on Taixuan Mountain.
In the Heavenly Mandate Realm, the bell rang in the Heavenly Mandate Dynasty, the bell rang in the Brahma's Pure Sky, and the bell rang in the Violet Heavenly Palace.
No one knew how to describe this bell sound. This was a miracle, the true work of the gods, the bell of the Great Emperor.
When the bell rang, in the Empty Imperial Palace of the Imperial Realm, figures wearing the same clothes flashed in different directions. It seemed that they were going to the Nine Supreme Realms.
Far away in the Tianhe Realm, Ye Futian and Ping 'an had returned to the snow mountain. The sky was clear, and the sun shone down.
In the 10,035th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar, everything seemed to be starting over.
"Clang!"
At this moment, above the snow mountain, a bell sound came. Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. His divine consciousness swept out, and he revealed an extremely shocked expression. He only felt that the bell sound seemed to come from beyond the sky, everywhere, ringing throughout the entire Tianhe City.
"Where is this sound coming from?" Ye Futian's heart was in turmoil. He leaped into the air, trying to find the source of the bell sound.
On the snow mountain, an old man walked on the snow, looking up at the sky.
"Grandmaster." Ye Futian landed beside the old man, looking inquisitive.
The old man was still staring at the sky, and said, "The 10,035th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar is another time node. Donghuang the Great unified the Divine Prefecture exactly 350 years ago. If we use this as a reference, then it can also be called the Donghuang Calendar, 350 years exactly!"
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