Chapter 1798: An Iteration

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Standing side by side in the morning glow, they gazed at the sky, their expressions complex.

Everyone who was supposed to be there had arrived. Wang Ziwen, originally from the Ancient Military Star, and Liu Yiyi, who had been living discreetly on Earth, both had cultivation talents that weren't exceptionally defying. Now, both were white-haired and old, having reached the twilight of their lives.

Kade was unique. Although not a Quasi-Emperor, he had come into contact with the power of faith and was nourished by it daily. Even though he had aged, his vitality had not significantly diminished.

Years passed, and Zhou Yi's strength became astonishing, shaking the universe. He was considered a peerless talent of his generation. His gaze was firm, and his devotion to the Dao had never wavered.

Although he and Lin Jia were disciples of the same master, their choices differed. He aspired to strive upwards, to become an unparalleled powerhouse in the universe, to attain the Dao and hope for immortality.

Among these individuals, Zhang Ziling and Li Xiaoman were in the most peculiar state, half-dead. They had originally been at the bottom of the Primordial Abyss.

Ye Fan had brought them out. In the current era, only a Celestial Emperor could accomplish this; only he possessed such influence. Otherwise, anyone who intruded there would be instantly killed.

However, these two were unresponsive, with only a glimmer of their consciousness revived. Ye Fan had communicated with them, asking if they wished to return. At his level of power, nothing was impossible; he could revive them because they were not truly dead.

The two did not respond immediately, their consciousness fluctuating as if in violent turmoil.

Ye Fan, Lin Jia, Wang Ziwen, Zhou Yi, Li Xiaoman, Kade, Pang Bo, Zhang Ziling, Liu Yiyi, and Zhang Wenchang—ten people in total. It was an unusual group, standing quietly on Mount Tai.

The universe was vast, and not everyone lived in seclusion on Earth. Only the Celestial Court possessed the operational capacity to locate and gather them all.

They were still the people of yesteryear, but many were missing, never to be seen again. It was from this very place that they had embarked on their journey into the starry sky, leading to an unimaginable chapter in their lives.

Unfortunately, a miracle did not happen a second time. They waited for nothing, and nothing was ever going to arrive.

They had long been mentally prepared for this. This was merely a reunion, and to gather again after approximately 6,500 years was truly wondrous.

Lin Jia smiled, but tears streamed down her face as she said, "Life is but a grand dream. Why should I cling to anything? Let us cherish and enjoy every day, and may each of us find happiness within our dreams."

Smiling through her tears, she came forward and embraced each person, making her final farewells. Everyone knew that after this parting, it would be difficult to meet again in this lifetime.

"I will accompany you to walk the final path together in the dream," Liu Yiyi said.

Not everyone chose to return to Earth. They would go their separate ways, residing in different parts of the universe, each pursuing their own distinct dreams.

"On the road, my dream continues, and I will fight to the very end!" Zhou Yi declared, never having been so resolute.

"By now, I have no grand ambitions. On the Ancient Military Star, I live contentedly with my descendants," Wang Ziwen said peacefully.

Everyone knew that his choice was good and that he would surely be happy. Yet, having reached such a profound level of power, who could truly let go?

Kade said, "Hmm, my lifelong wish was to talk to God about life's ideals, to ask him why in the world he exiled me to the starry sky, and why I had to be a vegetarian on Mount Meru for so many years. I resent him deeply. But after I became the God of Light myself, I felt there was no hope left for me in this life. Oh, time, it severed what should have been a great meeting between us."

Ye Fan remained silent, his hands beginning to move, conjuring supreme divine abilities. He was tracing back to the source, determined to uncover the complete past of Mount Tai.

For he was unwilling to accept, he wanted to investigate the truth behind the Nine Dragons Coffin.

"No mountain is greater than it, no history is older than it."

This was Mount Tai, the most accurate appraisal by ancient people: endlessly mysterious, regarded in antiquity as the birthplace of all things.

Ye Fan's hands turned a faint golden color, thunder rumbling as if countless specters and deities were nearby, tearing through the void to help him explore the past and present.

Pang Bo's expression changed. He knew Ye Fan was using his full power, employing forbidden techniques. As a Celestial Emperor, it had been countless years since he had unleashed his full might, which was truly astounding.

The heavens and earth seemed to be overturned. Then, countless ancient figures appeared on Mount Tai; they built altars and offered sacrifices to the heavens, appearing incredibly sacred.

Grand sacrificial sounds rang out, deafening and enlightening, making people feel as if they were on the verge of enlightenment, wanting to kneel and kowtow to the celestial deities.

Ye Fan was using forbidden methods to traverse ancient and modern times, tracing back to the origin, hoping to gain a clear explanation.

One by one, historical sages appeared, all standing on Mount Tai. Many ascended to the heavens, entering star gates and venturing into the universe.

The Seventy-Two Ancient Emperors were, of course, not true Great Emperors, merely titles. Ye Fan saw them one by one.

Boom!

The sound grew even more astonishing. Finally, tracing back to an incredibly ancient era, he was suddenly blocked by a figure, making it impossible to see through the past.

It was a Great Emperor, very blurry and indistinct, but standing there, impassable.

When employing such a secret art, the fear was encountering Great Emperors or Ancient Sovereigns. They were too powerful, capable of erasing all traces from their era, making further tracing impossible, as they stood in the way.

Ye Fan frowned. This secret art from the Vedic Sutra was now useless. His brow glowed as he unleashed a forbidden secret art from the Celestial Emperor Sutra, which he had personally created. Divine thunder rumbled, and fiery lightning flashed.

Boom!

Ultimately, he broke through that figure. The Celestial Emperor's divine power was unparalleled, and he continued to trace the origin of Mount Tai, hoping to witness all events that had occurred in the past.

He traced backward from the Primordial Era to the Archaic Age, only to be blocked again, this time by several figures in succession, which he then struggled to break through.

During this process, he repeatedly saw the Nine Dragons Coffin return to Mount Tai and then set sail again. Each time, it posed a great difficulty for Ye Fan, acting as an obstacle to his exploration.

However, the bronze coffin did not take anyone away on those occasions.

Finally, he reached the Mythological Era. This time, the resistance was even greater, and blood spilled from Ye Fan's mouth. Pang Bo and Zhang Wenchang were horrified; they knew that Ye Fan was defying the heavens, employing a secret art that should not exist in the world, and it was harming him.

No one could continuously traverse the river of time, yet Ye Fan ascended against its current, defied by heaven and earth. While others might trace back a period of years, he was tracing back to the Mythological Era.

"Is that Emperor Zun?!"

This time, when the phantom appeared, people saw a cauldron above his head, identical to the green bronze cauldron.

Ye Fan coughed up mouthfuls of blood, injured again, but he didn't stop. It was, after all, merely a phantom. Although it had blocked his forbidden art in the river of time, making exploration difficult, it was not a real person, and ultimately, it was pierced through.

Ascending against the current, the river of time seemed to disintegrate. Ye Fan traced back to the very end of the Mythological Era, yet still saw nothing.

Moreover, at this point, a barrier appeared, insurmountable, preventing him from going further against the flow of time.

Human power has its limits. Even though Ye Fan was a Celestial Emperor with unparalleled strength, he could not fully penetrate through the ages. However, he was not discouraged and continued to strive.

"Open for me!"

Ye Fan roared, coughing up blood continuously, his body swaying precariously. Finally, with a thunderous crash, he actually shattered that barrier, breaking into yet another era.

The Chaotic Ancient Era!

Then he saw a person standing atop Mount Tai, singular and supreme under heaven and earth, their aura indescribable!

Mount Tai at that time was not like this. It was too magnificent; suns, moons, and stars seemed minuscule in comparison. It was suspended in the universe, not on any planet.

Afterward, he saw that person sever Mount Tai, and its most magnificent part floated into the high heavens, rumbling loudly.

"It's it!"

Ye Fan's eyes gleamed brightly, golden beams of light shooting forth. It was, surprisingly, the Upper Heavens itself. The severed main body consisted of nine vast dragon veins connected to a coffin-shaped island.

The Mount Tai of today was the discarded, remaining part.

No mountain is greater than it, no history is older than it.

Then, Ye Fan witnessed that person burying himself within a bronze coffin. Nine dragons served as the pullers of the coffin, soaring into the Coffin Burial Island, and finally, the Upper Heavens departed, entering the universe.

"It's someone from the Chaotic Ancient Era."

Ye Fan withdrew his secret art. His body rumbled internally, his injuries healed, and his mouth no longer bled.

How many years had passed since he was last injured? It was quite a miracle. If news of this spread throughout the universe, it would undoubtedly cause a massive stir.

"Could it be that true Celestial Emperor?" Pang Bo frowned.

The more they understood, the more confused their minds became.

Some believed that the Ancient Celestial Court established by Emperor Zun in the Mythological Era was also an imitation of ancient predecessors. Some Ancient Sovereigns thought that in an unknown era, there had been a grand Celestial Dynasty, created by the owner of the Barren Pagoda, who was the true Celestial Emperor.

And the name 'Emperor Zun' had borrowed a character from 'Celestial Emperor'.

"Is this a cycle? The Nine Dragons Coffin began at Mount Tai, returned to Mount Tai, and we embarked from here..." Ye Fan murmured to himself.

"Is the Celestial Emperor undergoing reincarnation?" Zhou Yi suddenly asked.

"There are no reincarnating people, only reincarnating old events," Ye Fan calmly stated, adding, "Tracing back to the source, everything is about seeking immortality. In the cultivation world, all great changes throughout history have arisen because of immortals."

Several days later, Zhang Ziling was fully revived by Ye Fan, his spiritual consciousness completely restored. He was very excited and emotional, and he went with Zhang Wenchang to the Celestial Court. Li Xiaoman, however, chose to step into the Primordial Abyss without looking back.

Looking back again after 6,500 years, the past had scattered like wind.

The gathering at Mount Tai marked their parting, some forever.

The matters of the mortal world were settled. Ye Fan strode forward, never again to be concerned or influenced by affairs on Earth in this life.

He did not leave immediately. Instead, he, Pang Bo, and the Dragon Horse arrived at the core Immortal Ascension Ground of Kunlun.

Grand arrays were densely spread, seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, but now they could not stop Ye Fan, who was a Celestial Emperor. They arrived here and saw tens of thousands of Dragon Head Peaks, with divine springs gurgling and the fragrance of medicinal herbs filling the air.

"This place... is simply a miracle!" Pang Bo exclaimed in astonishment. He saw many medicinal kings, as if it were a garden of medicinal kings.

In fact, many of the medicinal kings were gone; their numbers were no longer astonishing. They had all transformed into vital essence, feeding back into the Earth. Otherwise, there wouldn't be this current environment suitable for cultivation.

"If one day the Celestial Court faces a great calamity, this place might become a saving grace," Ye Fan murmured.

He began searching, investigating, and studying carefully here.

Indeed, it was an arrangement by Emperor Zun and a Source Emperor. More accurately, that Source Emperor was the Underworld Emperor. Furthermore, Ye Fan saw a name within the formation: Cao Yusheng.

Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Venerate Cao Yusheng—that was carved by the Underworld Emperor himself. It was his first life, the fundamental origin he pursued. He had gained sentience and reborn from the corpse of a Heavenly Venerate.

Knowing his time was limited, the Underworld Emperor had engraved his past names. Tribulation Transcending Heavenly Venerate and the Underworld Emperor shared the same physical body, but not the same primordial spirit.

"In this life, he is Duan De!" the Dragon Horse exclaimed loudly.

"Duan De, he is excavating the great secrets underground. Is this out of instinct? Is his subconscious driving him to search, to reclaim everything from the past?" Pang Bo said.