Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Xing took Na Bao around the Shenglong Continent. They met many old friends and left many cultivation inheritances.
Then they went to the Xuanwu Continent. Finally, they rode the Ancient God Firefly to the Gods Continent. They started from the First Heaven and traveled all the way to the Ninth Heaven. Finally, they left the Heavenly Halberd to the Dragon Tribe.
The Golden Dragon King in the halberd had recovered to the first step of the Divine King Realm. This was because Zhang Xing had absorbed countless souls during the battle with the Ancient God Clan in the starry sky.
The Golden Dragon King left the Ninth Heaven after condensing his dragon body. He traveled in the starry sky to pursue the Divine Path that he had not completed in his previous life.
He had only reached the second step of the Divine King Realm. There were still four steps to go after his rebirth.
Zhang Xing took Na Bao to almost the entire journey that he had taken to this world.
"Bao 'er, I once told you that I came from Earth. Do you want to go back with me to take a look?"
Na Bao nodded. "I'll follow you no matter where you go."
Another ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Xing returned to Earth, to his hometown.
But his hometown had changed. Things had remained the same, but people had changed.
Zhang Xing did not care about this. He took Na Bao to his parents' grave. He knelt down and kowtowed three times, sprinkling a jar of wine.
Then he and Na Bao held a New Era wedding. They chose an island to settle down.
Dozens of years passed. Na Bao missed her grandfather again. So Zhang Xing took her back to the Shenglong Continent to reunite with Pratt.
Na Bao felt that it was more comfortable to live in the Wanwu City. She told Zhang Xing that she did not want to leave. She wanted to stay by her grandfather's side for the rest of her life.
Zhang Xing smiled and nodded in agreement.
Time was like a thief. It always stole people's looks without them noticing.
Na Bao could not resist the invasion of time. She grew old.
After all these years, her cultivation had not reached the Divine Realm. Zhang Xing said that she could not reach that level because she had slept in the intent realm for 400 years.
Na Bao had also tried to cultivate, but her cultivation seemed to be stuck at the peak of the Saint Realm. She couldn't even reach the Demigod Realm.
Na Bao gave up on cultivating. With Zhang Xing by her side, she was satisfied with her life.
His grandfather, Pratt, had also reached the end of his life two years ago. He passed away with a smile on his face. His only regret was that he didn't get to hold his great-grandson.
Zhang Xing and Na Bao didn't have any children after so many years. Zhang Xing said that it was because his realm was too high and he couldn't reproduce.
Although Na Bao felt a little regretful, she accepted this reality.
In the blink of an eye, another few hundred years had passed. Na Bao and Zhang Xing were already old.
Na Bao was really old. Zhang Xing used his magic power to transform, but Na Bao didn't care. She still smiled happily every day.
The neighbors envied Na Bao and often praised her for finding a good husband. Whenever they walked on the street, both adults and children greeted them warmly.
That year, it was snowing heavily, and the entire Ten Thousand Martial City was covered in a thick layer of white clothes.
Zhang Xing and Na Bao smiled as they sat and looked at the fake mountain in the courtyard.
"Zhang Xing, I am satisfied with my life. The first time I saw you, it was also snowing heavily. Look at that fake mountain, doesn't it look like the snow mountain when we met when we were young?"
"Yes, very similar!"
After the two of them said this, they became silent and continued to look at the fake mountain.
After a long time …
"Zhang Xing, I know that all of this is fake!"
Zhang Xing was silent, and there was a painful expression in his eyes.
"Actually, I didn't even wake up. I am just a remnant of my soul now. I know that you have tried your best.
I remember you once said that this world is filled with the power of rules. You can also control many rules, but there are some rules that you can't control now.
I know that you are explaining to me that if my cultivation reaches the God State, then you can revive me like how you revived Hua Rong. It's a pity that I am too weak … "
Na Bao said calmly, and the arm that hugged Zhang Xing tightened.
Zhang Xing was in even more pain.
"Although I am just a remnant of my soul, and I am about to dissipate, I am still very satisfied. After all, I can still see you. After all, the life of so many years is so real, and it is also preserved in my memory.
If I can open up this memory in a certain reincarnation, I will look for you in the vast sea of people. At that time, will you still remember me? "
Na Bao looked at Zhang Xing's painful eyes and two streams of tears.
Zhang Xing nodded vigorously.
Na Bao stretched out her hands gently and wiped away Zhang Xing's tears.
"Even if all of this is fake, so what? Isn't life just a dream? You have given me a lifetime of happiness, and I have also experienced it. This is enough, don't be sad, don't be sad! "
The snow seemed to have felt their sadness, and it became heavier and heavier, piling up the fake mountain as high as the snow mountain.
The two of them sat in the snow, and Na Bao kept talking about how she thought that this was real …
A night passed, and the snow stopped in the morning.
Na Bao closed her eyes in Zhang Xing's arms.
In the starry sky, Zhang Xing slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was a crystal coffin, and within the coffin was a smiling Na Bao.
"I … won't let your soul dissipate like this, even if it's just a ten-thousandth of it!"
Zhang Xing reached out with both hands, grabbing countless strands of the power of the Laws from the endless starry sky. He wrapped them around the crystal coffin, then drew it into his Divine Dragon Island.
"In the future, Heartseeker will be a Ruler, a Mortal, a Pure, and a World-level cultivator. I don't know at which level I will be able to revive you, but I will search for your soul that has already dissipated from the universe!"
A look of determination appeared in Zhang Xing's eyes as he stepped onto the Ancient God Firefly and flew towards the world of the Ancient Gods.
In the following thousand years, Zhang Xing's figure appeared on countless planets.
His cultivation level broke through from Heartseeker to Ruler, and then he continued to ascend. He went from Mortal, Pure, and finally, the World-level cultivator.
During these thousand years, the fifty thousand dragons were all raised to the Pure level.
Afterwards, he set them free to roam the countless major worlds and create their own legends.
Little Fruit continued to sit on his shoulder, refusing to leave. It was as though she viewed Zhang Xing as a very safe place to call home.
Zhang Xing took out a scroll painting. Within the painting was a chessboard of heaven and earth. He sent his divine sense into it, passing through the river of time and arriving behind the old man who had nearly destroyed him with a single roar.
The painting remained the same. The old man was so focused on his painting that he didn't notice Zhang Xing behind him.
Zhang Xing turned his gaze towards the painting.
Within the painting, a faceless woman was locked up in the Avici Infernal Realm. Ten chains extended from her body into the unfathomably deep Avici Abyss.
One of the chains that extended from her forehead had the words' Shuang Ling 'written on it. One of the chains that extended from her mouth had no words written on it. One of the chains that extended from her throat had the words' Serene Essence 'written on it.
The other seven chains had the words' Corpsedog ',' Concealed Arrow ',' Sparrow Shade ',' Thief Seizing ',' Non-Poison ',' Filth Removal ', and' Stinking Lung 'written on them.
The old man's brush stopped on the chain that extended from the woman's mouth. He couldn't draw for a long time.
"Who is this woman? Why are her three souls and seven spirits locked up? Why can't I draw the Fetus Light?"
Zhang Xing looked at the painting in confusion.
The old man was like a statue, maintaining his posture the entire time. It was as if he had maintained this posture for hundreds of thousands of years.
However, the hand behind his back was enveloped in a layer of light.
His fingers moved rapidly, constantly deducing something …
But at this moment, Zhang Xing frowned and looked at the woman in the painting again. He suddenly felt that this faceless woman seemed a little familiar.
This feeling …
Zhang Xing flipped his hand and took out the crystal coffin.
Suddenly, the two souls and seven spirits in the painting began to tremble.
The old man's fingers suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the brush trembled. Puff …
The brush was stuck on the wordless chain, leaving a pool of ink.
"Na Bao!"
Zhang Xing's face was as cold as ice.
He didn't expect that the soul that he had searched through thousands of major worlds for would appear in this painting.
"Why are you doing this?"
Zhang Xing suddenly spoke out.
The old man slowly turned his head.
Zhang Xing's eyes narrowed. "Emperor Faceless! The third Patriarch of the Ancient Gods! "
The old man had no facial features. There was only a slit in his forehead that seemed to be an eye, but it wasn't open. He gave off an indescribably strange and terrifying aura.
"You still came in the end …"
The faceless old man's voice rang out from within Ning's body.
Zhang Xing looked at him, his gaze cold. He didn't say anything.
The faceless old man put down the brush in his hand and let out a long sigh. "You are a sentimental person. I imprisoned this woman's two souls and seven spirits, but it didn't affect your mind at all. Instead, it made you even stronger …"
Zhang Xing now understood. So the third Patriarch had been waiting for him since the dawn of time. He wanted to use Na Bao's death to affect his breakthrough to the Godking level.
However, he didn't expect that Ning would use the power of the Edicts to preserve the Fetus Light soul of Na Bao's three souls. Although it was only a ten-thousandth of it, it was enough for Ning to go back in time and find the other souls.
"You are now a World-level cultivator of the Sixth Step, correct?"
The third generation Ancient God Ancestor asked.
Zhang Xing didn't answer. Instead, he swept up the painting, gave the third Patriarch a cold glance, then turned and disappeared.
Moments later, the third Patriarch let out a bitter chuckle. His body began to disintegrate bit by bit, soon becoming nothing more than dust.
He was nothing more than a fragment of his soul. Even though he was still alive in both body and soul, he was still only at the Fourth Step. Zhang Xing's gaze had destroyed him all the same.
"It's been 1,400 years. It's time for Na Bao to wake up!"
Allmartial City. Na Bao's home. Zhang Xing opened the crystalline coffin, a gentle smile on his face.
Na Bao opened her eyes and stared at Zhang Xing.
"I think I've had two dreams. Could this be another one …?"
The end!
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