Dachu is quiet and peaceful.
On the ground of Zhongtong, countless figures stood, most of them were older monks and their descendants.
They stood in front of the Tomb of Heroes, took out their wine bottles and sprinkled wine.
And now, beside the Tomb of Heroes, stands a tall statue of Ye Chen. Every cut and every pattern is a work of uncanny craftsmanship, making him lifelike.
One hundred years!
Too many people looked at Ye Chen's statue with their eyes blurred.
It's been a hundred years, Ye Chen has been gone for a hundred years.
Everyone's expressions were full of nostalgia, and most of them were monks after reincarnation. In a hundred years, they had restored their previous cultivation practices, and they had become the ancestors of their own sect.
However, even though a hundred years have passed, they still can't forget the emaciated young man of yesteryear. It was he who won the light for this land, and it was he who embarked on a lonely journey for this land.
"Mother, is that my uncle?" Under the statue, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked up at Haotian Shiyu.
"He is an unparalleled hero." Haotian Shiyu smiled, with mist lingering in her beautiful eyes. She was reincarnated, but she never saw her father, mother, sister Shiyue, and many people in the Haotian family. Now, after a hundred years of vicissitudes, she has also She is a human mother and one of the ancestors of the Haotian Family and Sword Making City.
Beside her, Chen Rongyun was also filled with nostalgia. A hundred years passed by in a blink of an eye, and he had long since lost the vigor of the past and became one of the heroes in the world, and one of the few powerful alchemists in Da Chu.
Haotian Shixue and Li Zhang also came, each holding a child of three or five years old, and quietly looked at Ye Chen's statue.
Yang Dingtian and the others came across the sky and landed in front of the Heroes' Tomb.
Everyone was silent and looked up at Ye Chen's statue quietly. Huo Teng Shiyan's eyes were filled with tears, Tang Ruxuan clasped her hands together in prayer, Pang Panghai and the others took out their wine bottles...
The people from Yanhuang arrived, and so did those from Panlong Sea. Also coming were Black Dragon Island, Dancheng, Beihai Family, Xuantian Family, the Four Great Chu Family, the Three Southern Chu Sects, the Shangguan Family, the Xiong Family, and the Situ Family. , Muyun family, Ouyang family, Su family, Zhao family, tribes of kings, descendants of emperors...
They were also speechless and stepped forward one after another, either pouring wine or burning incense.
After that, many people came, most of them were Ye Chen's old friends from the past, and most of them were the reincarnations of Da Chu's heroes who died in battle.
Also brought were young disciples from all sides.
At this moment, they were also kneeling down and worshiping devoutly, but there were many doubts on their faces.
Ever since they could remember, their elders had brought him here every year to pay homage. They didn't know who Ye Chen was until he was an ancestor who had a profound knowledge of the world and had shed his blood for this land.
A hundred years have passed, and a new generation has replaced the old.
Da Chu is now full of hundreds of armies competing against each other, the stars are shining brightly, and talented disciples are emerging in endless streams.
After a hundred years of rest and recuperation, this land has truly ushered in its first prosperous era after the catastrophe. All parties are in peace, and there has been no war for a hundred years. The name of every force has the word "Heaven" hanging in front of it.
One hundred years have passed, and a new generation has replaced the old one in the mortal world.
In a quiet mountain forest, two more tombstones were added to the left and right of Xiyan's tombstone. They were those of her father and mother. They were also covered with lush grass at this moment.
In Liu Ruyan's tomb in a palace, there is no longer a trembling old man cleaning the fallen leaves for her. Only in the dead of night, when everyone is quiet, there are one or two strands of piano music that resound between heaven and earth.
Boss, it’s been a hundred years and you’re still fine!
In the distance, Ye Chen's nine Taoist bodies stood quietly, and there was a gentle woman accompanying him.
In the past hundred years, they have become free and have married, and have found their love in the world of mortals. Every year they come here to pay homage and look at Ye Chen's statue for a long time.
A hundred years ago!
At Tianxuan Gate, Donghuang Taixin looked up at the misty nothingness quietly.
Just like her, Fu Ya and the old quasi-emperors are also like this. A hundred years have passed, and they have become even older.
A hundred years ago, they sent Ye Chen away here.
A hundred years later, they still stopped here and looked up in that direction, but they didn't know that the young man was still alive.
Decades ago, Ye Chen's three thousand incarnations turned into mist at the same time. From that moment on, their eyes dimmed and the clones dissipated, proving that something happened to the original body and it affected the clones.
Perhaps, Ye Chen, who they had placed high hopes on, was already dead, and collapsed exhausted in the boundless darkness and loneliness.
A black hole in space, deep and dead.
If you look carefully, there is a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a grain of dust in the starry sky.
That's Ye Chen, he's not dead yet, he's still moving forward with difficulty.
Today, he is very old, with gray hair, and his eyes are cloudy and dim. The holy light throughout his body also disappears and appears, and there is always the possibility of being annihilated. Every step he takes is extremely heavy.
He has been walking in this black hole of space for a hundred years.
For a hundred years, he has been like a blind man, groping forward in this darkness with no direction and no end.
One hundred years have not erased his faith. Even though his hair is white as snow and his back is stooped, he is still moving forward, walking on blood in crisis, and persisting silently in loneliness.
At some point, he stopped and sat down tiredly.
He took out the storage bag, took out the remaining three hundred spirit stones, crushed them instantly, and absorbed the spiritual power in the spirit stones.
A hundred years ago, he still had more than 90 million spiritual stones and endless elixirs in his storage bag, but in this hundred years, he had consumed them all, and there was no spiritual power to replenish this dark world. , consume a little bit less.
Now, the last three hundred spirit stones have been exhausted.
He is burning the holy blood as a supplement for his progress.
The wasted years have tormented the powerful Holy Body to devastation, and the backlash of the Immortal Wheel and Heavenly Dao has made his foundation always on the verge of collapse. He seems to have reached the end of his life.
This time, Ye Chen may disappoint you!
Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and full of vicissitudes of life. He sat there with his proud head lowered, not even bothering to brush the dust off his shoulders. He was like a statue, sleeping here.
Once again, he stood up, like a twilight old man, walking towards the depths of darkness with heavy steps.
He is walking towards the end of his life step by step. When the holy blood is burned out, he will fall and be assimilated into this endless darkness. No one will see him off, and he will be alone until his death.
Time flies by, and every knife carved is a sign of vicissitudes of life.
That lonely figure fell down.
He was too tired, his dim eyes were flashing with dim light, and his weathered eyelids were shaking uncontrollably, with the possibility of closing at any moment. Everything gradually became blurry in his eyes.
The Immortal Wheel of Heaven, open!
At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he tried his best to use the forbidden secret technique of the Immortal Wheel Eye.
However, with God's blessing, a black vortex appeared, bringing with it the first ray of light in a hundred years of darkness and loneliness.
[Author's digression]: The first volume "The Fate of Immortal Fire" ends here, and the second volume "All Heavens and All Realms" is about to begin.
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