Chapter 1315: I Once Followed the Heavenly Emperor

With a thud, Chu Feng fell to the ground. The Reincarnation Soil was still in his hand, not lost, but the chopstick-length black wooden spear was already in the predator’s palm.

Chu Feng found it hard to believe. Was that the Three Lives Medicine?!

The broken bell chimed softly, vibrating heaven and earth as if baptizing people’s souls, first purifying them, then enlightening them.

This was not yet the true roar of a great bell, but the mere tremor of a fragment, powerful enough to change heaven and earth.

The only fortunate thing was that the bell’s waves had not swept out from the collapsing world; otherwise, it would be catastrophic, bringing great disaster to heaven and earth.

The predator, holding the black Three Lives Medicine, was suddenly thrown into the air. Behind him, in the collapsing world, it was dim and the entire space was spinning. It was like an "eye of the sea" connected to all heavens, absorbing everything, or like the ultimate end of a broken primeval universe, slowly rotating, very eerie.

The black colossal beast inside could no longer wait. It barked continuously, its excitement tinged with sorrow. From ancient times to the present, it had always guarded this place, never abandoning it.

“Send the Three Lives Medicine to the altar!”

The black colossal beast roared. One could see it standing on a blood-soaked ground, lonely and desolate. It was actually a very old, decrepit black dog.

Its body swayed, unstable on its feet. It actually sat cross-legged on the ground like a human. Though as tall as a giant mountain, its body was hunched, and its back was no longer straight.

It was very old and severely injured. It was incredibly difficult for it to have lived until now. It was desperately using all its strength, doing its utmost, struggling to live another day.

Because it felt resentment, indignation, and even sorrow and desolation. A generation that was once so glorious had now withered, died, or gone far away. Only it remained, still guarding its master.

They were several Heavenly Emperors. When it thought of the past, it wanted to wail aloud.

It had once been domineering, arrogant, glorious, and splendid to the extreme, but it had also experienced difficulties that the world had never known or imagined. After the great decisive battle, it had fallen to this state.

Its appearance was rough, but deep down, it was sensitive and deeply emotional. Otherwise, it wouldn't have stayed here, never abandoning, desperately living each day, guarding the man who lay dead on the broken bell.

The black colossal beast looked even older, its cloudy eyes full of tears as it recalled the past.

“I was once a close friend of the Heavenly Emperors,” it began, “I followed some of the most powerful individuals in history. We fought to the ends of darkness, broke into the source of the murky Soul River, and walked that arduous ancient path paved with blood, staining all heavens and myriad worlds. Our lives were spent in conquest. We are withering, we are passing away. Does anyone still remember us?”

In the past, the black colossal beast had been domineering, cunning, and extremely fierce. But now it was so weak, its body hunched, and tears continuously rolled down its aged eyes.

“We were once the most powerful golden generation, an invincible combination,” it cried. “But now, where are you all? You withered and departed in the most terrifying yet splendid golden age that illuminated all heavens. Our glory, our era, cannot end like this!”

This old, heavily wounded, and dying black colossal beast, amidst its low and mournful cries, suddenly threw its head back to the sky. It refused to believe that the strongest golden combination in history would completely disappear.

They were several Heavenly Emperors, who had astonished the ages and looked down on eternal time and space. How could they end like this?

Yet, when it thought of those old matters, it still wanted to cry loudly. The glorious, the tragic, the vanished, the dispersed, the withered – how could they fade away like this?

“I am waiting for you,” it vowed. “I want to live. Every day I struggle with all my might. I believe you will all return; I await your reappearance in the world!”

Its heart was in great pain. This once domineering and rough colossal beast was now sobbing. It believed that one day it would see those people again.

Because, among them, some were still alive!

How could such a peerless Emperor, who amazed the ages, fall? They would never abandon their former companions. They would eventually return to guide them, traverse the Bridge of Life and Death, and lead them back to life.

But when it thought of the "Bridge of Life and Death," the black colossal beast's heart trembled again, its body quivering slightly. It had personally experienced and closely approached it, truly understanding what that place meant. Could that person still walk back from the Bridge of Life and Death?

That was a solitary bridge, suspended in a thick fog. One could not see the other side, nor its end. Above and below were utterly silent, a vast expanse. No matter how peerlessly talented one was, they could only travel on that solitary bridge, unable to fly across.

Beneath the bridge, it was terrifyingly black, an endless abyss. How many heroes, how many prodigies, the strongest of an era, fell there, their souls departing, leaving behind only sorrow and regret.

Whenever it thought of this, the black colossal beast always felt uneasy. Although it was full of hope, it also knew the horror of that place, known as the end of Heavenly Emperors.

Even though it had faith in that peerless powerhouse of ancient and modern times—having seen that person in white as snow, and having seen that person walk one era at a time, magnificent and peerless—it was still uneasy, with boundless worries in its heart.

The black colossal beast dared not think further. If that person also fell, one day landing in the endless abyss beneath the Bridge of Life and Death, the entire world would become dim and lifeless.

In those years, it had witnessed and experienced too much. By the side of those few individuals, it had seen and participated in transformations of time and eternal damnation, understanding extreme horror and terror. The end of some paths, some ancient roads piercing through the great fog, were actually prepared for the burial of Heavenly Emperors.

Recalling the events of those years, thinking of its former companions and old friends, it inevitably thought of the legendary trailblazer. What had become of him?

Oh heavens, that person sat on a bronze coffin, drifting across the sea, going far away alone. Amidst endless bloody waves, a trillion times more terrifying than the Sea of Worlds, he witnessed the rise and fall of all realms. But in the end, he disappeared, gradually unheard of among the upper realms. Had he died in a foreign land?

It shouldn't be!

Because, faintly, although the black colossal beast was in the sealed, collapsing world, not long ago it still vaguely sensed a sword qi, sharp enough to suppress ancient and modern times, sweep across, disturbing all heavens and shaking the entire Yang Realm.

But so many eras had passed, where was that person now?

In the collapsing world, a blurry altar emerged. Corpses lay strewn across the four fields, and zombie-like beings carried the black Three Lives Medicine and sent it forward.

The so-called collapsing world was entirely a projection. In the space carried by the predator, only an altar and some zombie-like beings were real. Everything else was very distant, separated by countless spacetime dimensions, where billions of miles were merely a unit of measurement.

The Three Lives Medicine was delivered to the altar, which was covered in dried bloodstains. The altar was very broken, having experienced battles in the past. Even though it was left by a supreme powerhouse, it was now heavily damaged.

Therefore, the first attempt to transport the Three Lives Medicine failed.

“Hurry!”

The black colossal beast urged, anxious and nervous, wishing it could immediately revive the person lying on the broken bell and bring them back into the world.

At this moment, its mood was restless and deeply uneasy, as it didn't know if the Three Lives Medicine would be effective. After all, the person who died was too powerful; could there still be any herb in the world that could revive him?

Its heart felt heavy, always incredibly suppressed, with a wave of weakness and powerlessness. It felt there was no solution.

“In those years, you adopted me,” it murmured, “you allowed me to rise from ordinary weakness to a day when I illuminated all heavens, witnessing and experiencing one brilliant epoch after another. In this life, I will guide you back, bring you back. Even if it means burning my true soul, returning to you the slightest bit of aura you left behind, destroying my body, I will not hesitate, as long as I can reunite your soul light!”

The black colossal beast's voice was low as it mumbled, its aged face streaked with tears. Thinking of the past, it still found it hard to forget and could not accept how their generation had tragically dispersed, falling to such a state.

There had never been heroes who never faded. Was this destiny?