Chapter 1803: First Life Ends

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Ye Fan, the Heavenly Emperor, was not only invincible in his time but also unparalleled throughout history. With a single shout, his voice resonated through the Thirty-Three Heavens. His white hair flowed loose as he strode forward in pursuit. However, the other person was incredibly fast, and Ye Fan couldn't catch up immediately. They ascended towards the heavens, entering the sea of stars. This was undoubtedly an Emperor-level figure; otherwise, it would be impossible to possess such world-shaking divine abilities and earth-shattering cultivation, which was rare even in ancient times.

As one fled and the other pursued, the distance between them gradually closed. Finally, the old man returned to Beidou, stopping amidst the ruins outside the Lingxu Holy Land.

"Who exactly are you?" Ye Fan asked, his expression calm.

"Cough..." The gaunt figure coughed violently, then slowly turned around, sighing as he sat on a nearby recumbent tiger-shaped stone.

Ye Fan walked over and sat on a large bluestone nearby. With his level of power, he could calmly face even the most powerful figures from ancient times, should they be resurrected.

"Green Emperor?" Ye Fan tentatively asked.

"It is I." The gaunt old man nodded. This was not his true body but a manifestation of his supreme primordial spirit, appearing in the human world.

The exchange was simple and understated, yet if it were known, it would shock the ages. The legendary Green Emperor was still in the human realm, not truly dead, contrary to popular belief!

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist, you are powerful, unmatched throughout history. You single-handedly quelled chaos and swept through restricted areas; your glorious achievements resonate through the ages," the gaunt old man said, coughing.

"My predecessors paved the way, having already nearly eliminated the masters within the restricted areas. What are my achievements? I merely arrived at the culmination of this era," Ye Fan replied.

While surprised by the Green Emperor's reappearance, Ye Fan wasn't overly astonished. After all, as the only person to achieve enlightenment in the hundred thousand years following the Ancient Desolation Era, dying in such a manner would have been too abnormal; he was destined to defy fate. In fact, purely in terms of lifespan, the Green Emperor should not have perished.

"I dismembered myself, and my primordial spirit entered the Immortal Artifact Desolate Pagoda. I never imagined I would almost truly lead myself to a dead end," the Green Emperor sighed. At this moment, he revealed his true appearance: a lean-faced old man with a full head of gray hair, a tall and slender build, and deep eyes that held the wise radiance of one who comprehended all worldly affairs.

In this world, only two immortal artifacts remained: the Immortal Bell and the Desolate Pagoda. The fact that the Green Emperor acquired one and became its master was testament to his power.

"Did you specifically emerge to meet me for any particular guidance?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, you have reached this stage; as the Heavenly Emperor, what guidance could I offer? I merely hoped for a meeting," the Green Emperor chuckled.

Ye Fan was momentarily speechless. This was clearly not the full truth, as he had seen the Green Emperor's back here when he returned from beyond the realm years ago. Perhaps it was simply because the Heavenly Emperor was in his twilight years, and the Green Emperor specifically came to meet him, much like Ye Fan visiting the Golden Crow Great Emperor. Could this be a similar kind of farewell?

"Actually, I came out to thank you, Fellow Daoist. If it weren't for you, I might truly have been in danger, perhaps sleeping eternally until death," the Green Emperor sighed. His words were not false; his Emperor's blood had once transformed into a green lotus, revived within Ye Fan's body, and then departed, which is what awakened the Green Emperor.

"It was a small effort, nothing worth mentioning," Ye Fan said.

Their conversation was calm, but if it reached the outside world, it would undoubtedly cause colossal waves. No one knew that another Green Emperor was still alive and had reawakened. One was the Heavenly Emperor, the other the first person in a hundred thousand years after the Ancient Desolation Era. If anyone had witnessed the dialogue between these two legendary Great Emperors, they would have been profoundly shocked. It was more astonishing than the most glorious divine battles recorded in history.

This was a dialogue between peerless powerhouses. Their words were few, yet they touched upon various forbidden topics such as the Great Dao and eternal life. The Green Emperor expounded on his Dao. Now, perhaps only the Desolate Pagoda and the Immortal Bell could contain his primordial spirit. This was far more powerful than Huang Xudao's father merging himself with the Phoenix Wing Golden Edge.

The Green Emperor suppressed the divine shroud within the Desolate Pagoda, creating a small divine realm there, intending to evolve it into an Immortal Realm. He aimed to open up an immortal world for eternal life in the human realm. It must be said that the Green Emperor was astonishing throughout history, truly too powerful. He sought to single-handedly evolve the Immortal Realm, a world greatly desired by the ancient emperors. He relied on no one, borrowed no power from external heavens, but instead intended to create and forge a true Immortal Realm himself—an astonishing and heaven-defying feat!

The two discussed the Great Dao and elaborated on methods of eternal life. Their conversation was very congenial, with profound truths contained within their calm words, giving them the feeling of kindred spirits.

"That is still a failed world. Within the Desolate Pagoda, my life flows slowly, but it is still being consumed day by day. When I reappear in the human realm one day, it will prove that this path is unfeasible. That will be the time for my final gamble."

After speaking, the Green Emperor stood up, bid farewell to Ye Fan, and then looked at him with profound meaning, saying, "Fellow Daoist, take care."

Ye Fan nodded and departed, returning to the Heavenly Court. He remained there for a thousand years, and during this time, he aged further, his vital energy diminishing daily. However, the enemy he awaited never appeared, and the similar flower he sought was nowhere to be found. Thus, Ye Fan aged day by day, his vitality declining. By the age of twenty-three thousand, he truly entered his twilight years, like the setting sun. He had been waiting for ill omens, quietly anticipating that enemy. Yet, after the golden hairs appeared on his body that year, he sat cross-legged in the Heavenly Court, and no further changes occurred.

With white hair draped over his shoulders, and no old friends left in the vast world, Ye Fan showed profound weariness, his face etched with the marks of time. He stood alone in the familiar Celestial Palace, but the seats of his former companions were empty, just like his heart, which felt hollow.

"Reporting, Heavenly Emperor!"

Outside the Celestial Palace, a Great Sage respectfully sent a voice transmission. This was a descendant of Li Heishui, many generations removed, possessing extraordinary cultivation and now one of the Heavenly Court's paramount figures. In this declining era, with the suppression of the Dao of laws, Quasi-Emperors were rarely seen, and Great Sages were already considered peerless combatants.

For ten thousand years, no one had come to report to Ye Fan, as he had long ago given orders not to disturb him unless it was a matter of life or death. The Celestial Palace itself had gathered dust, and spiderwebs had formed.

"What is it?" Ye Fan inquired.

Upon hearing a response from within the Celestial Palace, Li Tianming was overjoyed, even trembling with excitement. It had been over ten thousand years since a disciple last reported. The Heavenly Emperor, already twenty-three thousand years old, was still in the world—a miracle and a pleasant surprise. Because outside, there had always been rumors that the Heavenly Emperor had passed away at twenty thousand years old and was no longer in the world.

"Heavenly Emperor, the reason I disturbed you is because there is a letter for you here."

Ye Fan raised a hand, and with a flash of light, the letter appeared in his grasp. Upon opening it, his expression shifted; it was a letter from Duan De.

"Kid, you've certainly lived a long life. Haven't you passed away yet?" The letter started with this sentence, making Ye Fan's expression turn peculiar.

"Don't bother looking for me. This Daoist master buried himself long ago, his primordial spirit having withered and ended exactly eight thousand years ago. I set this letter to be released in the future using a pre-arranged formation."

Ye Fan was moved. Although Duan De had buried himself long ago, if what the letter said was true, then he would have lived to around fifteen thousand years old before truly dying.

"The Underworld Emperor is truly remarkable; his methods defy heaven!" Clearly, Duan De was exceptionally powerful, his ultimate achievements no less than those of a Great Emperor. He was accumulating the karmic seals of a supreme being's reincarnation. He already had four such seals within his body; it was unknown how many more lives his physical body would undergo.

"Don't look for me. I know you far surpass the Source Heavenly Master, and I've long been prepared for you. Don't even think about plundering my tomb." Reading this, Ye Fan's mouth twitched.

"Nothing else, just feeling lonely after death, wanted to chat about life and reconnect." Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This... truly was his unscrupulous style.

"Don't thank me. Friends are friends, but I'm a man of principles. When I reappear in the human realm in my next life, I will definitely come to plunder your tomb. Who told you to be the Heavenly Emperor? I imagine I'll be very interested in your tomb then; just thinking about it excites me! Tens of thousands of years from now, when I reappear, I'll go dig up the Heavenly Emperor's tomb. Heh, who in ancient times could do that? Besides this poor Daoist, who else could, looking down upon the human realm, supreme and unrivaled!"

After reading this, Ye Fan could only curse, "You bastard!"

"One piece of advice: hide your grave well, otherwise, we'll only be able to catch up as humans and ghosts," was Duan De's closing remark.

Afterward, peace settled over the universe. Ye Fan went into seclusion on the Immortal Mountain Cliff, remaining there for thousands of years. During this time, he only met with Xiao Nannan and no one else. He persisted until he was twenty-six thousand years old, his body withered, all vital essence lost. He had finally reached the end of his life; this existence was drawing to a close.

"Where is that similar flower? Have I missed it in this life?"

Although Ye Fan remained in seclusion, the Heavenly Court had continued to operate, searching for that flower, but it had never been found.

"Are you afraid? I'm already old, my vitality withered, yet you still dare not appear. Where is this 'ill omen' you speak of?!" He kept waiting, but there was never any movement.

At this time, rumors spread outside that the Heavenly Emperor had passed away, and a generation's supreme expert had left the human world.

"You're cautious, I'll give you that!"

At twenty-six thousand years old, Ye Fan could no longer endure. A flash of light appeared in his palm, revealing a purple Qilin—the fruit of an immortal medicine. Ye Fan opened his mouth and swallowed it. Then, with a thunderous roar, vital energy surged skyward and spread outwards, engulfing the entire Immortal Mountain and shaking the entire great universe. In the past, Ye Fan had consumed the Nine Wonders medicinal fruits, but they were not from a complete parent plant; even combined, they were only a part of a complete immortal medicine. Therefore, consuming this one still had an effect.

After twenty-six thousand years, the Heavenly Emperor was reborn. Without anyone spreading the news, everyone could feel the fluctuations of his Great Dao, shaking the heavens, making all paths submit and wail.

"It's too astonishing! The Heavenly Emperor's path has only just begun!"

The whole world was shocked, and everyone was stunned. Ye Fan's first life ended, having lived for twenty-six thousand years—a feat nearly unprecedented throughout history. Now that he was reborn, how earth-shattering was this? How many more years would he live? No one could say!