# Chapter 1482: The Ji Family
A hundred-plus years had passed in the blink of an eye. Now, crossing the boundless cosmos and returning to the Big Dipper, Ye Fan's heart surged with emotion and his thoughts wandered endlessly.
This place had become his second home—where dreams began and hope set sail. Stepping onto the path of cultivation and ascending to the pinnacle were all founded here. Without the Big Dipper, he would not have achieved all that he had today.
"The Big Dipper has undergone tremendous changes, even surpassing the most prosperous ancient stars deep in the universe!" Ji Ziyue was most sensitive to spiritual energy and primordial essence.
Ye Fan stood upon the earth and truly sensed this enormous transformation. The Dao permeated heaven and earth, primal energy surged forth, and terrestrial veins coiled like dragons—many times more vigorous than before.
Moreover, strands of Dao principles streaked across the sky, making it easy for anyone to comprehend that this was an era of violent transformation!
The desolation of the Post-Ancient Era had completely vanished. An ancient star, grand and vibrant, filled with life and interwoven with the Dao, had truly awakened, no longer dormant or slumbering.
"Over the past hundred-plus years, many astonishing figures must have emerged. This environment surpasses even the Ancient Human Path. No wonder it's called the Burial Emperor Star!" The Dragon Horse felt a chill in its heart. Such changes were too great to compare with the past.
"What a pity for the generations of outstanding talents from bygone days." Ji Ziyue spoke, moved by emotion.
In the Post-Ancient Era, how many geniuses had ended in obscurity because heaven and earth would not permit breakthroughs? Severing the Dao was harder than ascending to heaven, let alone becoming a Sage. In ten thousand years, only a handful of humans had achieved it—simply because this world was no longer suitable for cultivation.
"This is destined to be a great era of eruption. Many suppressed talents will continuously break through and surpass themselves. They have finally waited for this golden age." Ye Fan said.
Those who had endured until this era, if they still had lifespan remaining, would certainly continue to break through. Anyone with sufficient blood energy would shatter their shackles and ascend several more levels.
"The most regrettable is Senior Gai Jiuyou."
This was everyone's heartfelt sentiment. Under the harshest conditions in the Big Dipper Ancient Domain, when achieving the Dao was most impossible, Gai Jiuyou had charged forward all the way, breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor realm. How astonishingly talented must he have been?
What a pity. The Green Emperor had attained the Dao first, and Gai Jiuyou was born in that era—destined to be a tragic song.
Now, more than ten thousand years had passed since the Green Emperor's passing, but Gai Jiuyou was already old and frail, no longer in his prime.
For those who came later, however, this was the best opportunity and era.
Throughout history, heavenly prodigies had mostly known loneliness. But this era was destined to produce the most brilliant sparks of collision. Too many people had crowded into this single era—there was no shortage of opponents.
The Central Emperor, Yao Guang, Jiang Yifei, the Southern Demon, the Innate Dao Fetus... one stunning name after another was destined to shine brilliantly in this era. They were all born on the Big Dipper.
Moreover, there were the Ancient Clans: Huang Xudao, Fire Qilin Child, the Holy Prince, the Divine Silkworm Daoist—one Ancient Emperor's descendant after another. Surely none were willing to remain obscure. They had all appeared in this era to dominate the world and charge into the Immortal Path.
Without a doubt, the direct children of Great Emperors would also appear. Ji Zi was certainly not the only one. Before such a golden age unseen in ten thousand years, how could the glorious continuation of other Great Emperor bloodlines be absent?!
The path to immortality was about to open, right here on the Big Dipper—destined to be dazzling and brilliant. Supreme heavenly prodigies from all heavens and myriad domains would converge. There would certainly be figures no weaker than Imperial Sons, from mortal bodies to special physiques, all appearing one by one, colliding to produce the most dazzling radiance ever seen!
And this was only the younger generation. How many supreme elders would there be? Even more, beyond counting. Countless races would come.
Fire Mulberry, Heaven-Piercing, Ziwei, Amitabha, Feather Transformation, Gouchen, Soaring Immortal—one star after another famous throughout the ages would surely send endless powerful beings. Great Sages went without saying—there might even be Quasi-Emperors!
This was a golden age. Families that had produced Great Emperors would truly reveal their foundations. When that time came, it would likely shake the mortal world.
Just after returning, Ye Fan's thoughts wandered so freely, thinking of many things. He knew this was a prosperous age full of opportunity, but also a chaotic age full of danger and tribulation.
Opportunity and challenge coexisted. This era would certainly not be dull. Countless outstanding talents would arrive. The Big Dipper Star Domain would boil over. Brilliant divine radiance would illuminate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—only here would it be most dazzling!
"Next, there will be endless battles. It hasn't even begun, but my blood is already hot, about to boil." Ye Fan gazed at the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
Ji Ziyue was filled with worry. Who could predict the future? All sages rising together, heroes competing, a hundred boats racing—one misstep and the boat would capsize.
"Let this lord witness the divine bearing of all the mighty lords of the heavens and myriad domains—just how strong are they?!" The Dragon Horse was full of ambition, wanting to rise in this great era.
The Golden Winged Great Peng and others were also gazing at the mountains and rivers. They were filled with longing and desire for this place, simply because it was the burial ground chosen by the ancient Great Emperors.
"So many years away, I wonder how Heavenly Village is doing. Has Duan De awakened? Has Black Emperor caused any major trouble? How are Li Heishui, Ye Tong, Dongfang Ye, Little Que'er, Yao Yuekong, Jiang Huairen and the others?" Ye Fan murmured.
Since his emergence into the world, he had spent most of his time on the trial path. He had been away far too long, fighting for so many years without ever looking back.
Ye Fan wanted to see them immediately, but unfortunately, he didn't know where Heavenly Village was now. When he left, the Killing Saint Qi Luo and the others had moved the small world beyond the domain, far from the Big Dipper, this place of right and wrong.
"Where to go? How do we find them?" Ji Ziyue asked.
"First, I'll send you home." Ye Fan shook his head. So many years had passed—there was no need to rush this moment.
The group tore through the void and headed straight for the Ji Family. Within the Southern Domain, the Ji Family was undoubtedly the number one clan, incomparable.
Magnificent ancient architecture, a towering mountain gate, with divine mountains suspended in the air inside, islands floating and sinking, silver waterfalls cascading down from the divine mountains in the high heavens—misty immortal energy, mysterious and unfathomable.
Before the grand gate flowed a great river, shaped like a galloping dragon, surging into the distance. Its name was Ji River.
"Who goes there?" Some powerful beings guarding the Ji Family gate immediately detected them and called out in inquiry.
In this era, to put it nicely, it was a glorious age; to put it bluntly, chaos was about to descend. Too many races had appeared, and countless domain-external sages had descended, causing great upheaval.
On the Big Dipper continent, Saint-level duels occurred daily. Everyone felt endangered, afraid of being erased from the land.
Even though the Ji Family had produced a Great Emperor and possessed profound, incomparable foundations, they still dared not be careless. Every day, powerful beings sat in vigil, carefully guarding the gate.
"Uncle Ancestor, it's me." Ji Ziyue was almost in tears. Seeing her family's gate, which stood as high as the mountains, she was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes. After a hundred years of missing home and family, she had finally returned.
The Ji River surged, waves splashing.
Ji Ziyue rushed across, arriving before the family gate. Spreading her arms, she gazed at the magnificent landscape here. Her hair flew in the wind, and tears could no longer be held back, falling like rain.
"You are... Ziyue!" The old man was greatly shocked, almost unable to believe it. Then his body trembled as he rushed out of the grand mountain gate, followed by a large group of people.
"Ziyue, it really is her. Our family's Little Moon has returned!" Another old man said with a trembling voice.
Whether Ji Haoyue or Ji Ziyue, both were the most famous geniuses of the Ji Family. They had set foot on the ancient path and been away for many years. Now one had returned—this was a miracle.
It was well known that in ancient times, few who set foot on this path ever returned.
"Child, it really is you..." Several senior figures of the Ji Family strode forward, their bodies trembling. Even though they clearly knew it was Ji Ziyue, they couldn't help asking this way.
"It's me... I've returned." Ji Ziyue wiped away her tears, her long eyelashes blinking as she revealed a smile. Her earlier tears were tears of joy, tears of excitement.
"Quickly report to the Family Head—our family's bright pearl has returned."
Someone struck a golden bell. This was not an alarm bell but a divine bell for summoning important figures—clear, melodious, and long-lasting, only rung during grand occasions.
The lingering bell waves broke the tranquility of this ancient family. A large group of people appeared in a grand procession—men and women, old and young—coming out to welcome them. Some were power-holders of the Ji Family, others were direct-line descendants.
"Ziyue!" A middle-aged beautiful woman rushed over, elegant and noble, but now her face was covered in tears. Ji Ziyue had already rushed over, embracing her, calling out "Mother."
The current head of the Ji Family was Ji Ziyue's father. He smiled, trying hard to restrain himself, clearly very unsettled inside.
"And your brother? He..." After crying and laughing for a long time, the middle-aged beautiful woman finally spoke with a trembling voice, afraid to hear bad news.
"He's fine, tempering himself on the ancient path. He doesn't want to come back yet." Ji Ziyue wiped away her tears and smiled.
Everyone in the Ji Family breathed a long sigh of relief, followed by immense comfort and joy. Both children were safe and sound—one had returned, the other was still fighting. There could be no better news than this.
"Few who set foot on the ancient path ever return. The Ji Family is destined to flourish!" An elder cried out excitedly.
"Yes, our Ji Family member set foot on the ancient path and returned safely. We are destined to be glorious for ten thousand years." Everyone was very happy.
"Fortunately, we stopped you back then and didn't let you run off with that Sacred Body. Otherwise, how could you have achieved what you have today? Being with him would have led to no good outcome." An elder of the Ji Family spoke. He was the Eighth Elder, from the branch that had been most hostile to Ye Fan back then.
Ji Ziyue immediately frowned, displeased.
"Eighth Brother, what nonsense are you spouting on a day like this? Ziyue has returned—why bring up things long past?!" An elder of higher status glared at him.
"I won't say more. That kid probably hasn't amounted to much." The Eighth Elder among the Ji Family elders said. Back then, those he had favored, like Ji Hui, had all died at Ye Fan's hands. Even now, hatred lingered in his heart.
"And these are..." The Ji Family elders looked forward. The Golden Winged Great Peng, the Azure Luan, the Golden Lion, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon—each was extraordinarily divine, clearly terrifying divine birds and beast kings.
Ye Fan walked out from behind the Twelve Saints, step by step. When the wind blew his black hair, it revealed a delicate yet somewhat resolute face with clear eyes.
"What?! It's you?!" The Eighth Elder among the Ji Family elders involuntarily stumbled backward.
The others were also greatly shocked. They recognized who this was! Many years had passed. They had heard that Ye Fan had also set foot on the ancient path. They never expected he had returned as well.
"He was the one who sent me back, and these Saint Kings are his followers." Ji Ziyue said softly, speaking to her parents and also letting the elders hear.