# Chapter 1582: The Great Secret
"Brother, where are you? Come back quickly and see Father, he has returned!" Fire Qilin Child wept loudly, tears continuously rolling down as she embraced the old Qilin Emperor. The ancient emperor was already failing, nearly at the end of his strength.
Once the most powerful ancient emperor, unmatched in might, yet now facing such a gloomy twilight years, powerless to turn back time, aged to the point where he could barely control his own body.
"He is in the cosmic border wasteland, living well." Qilin Emperor spoke softly, a gentle expression on his face, very different from his former supreme majesty. At this moment, he was merely a loving father.
Yet he coughed blood intermittently, the bright red droplets shocking to behold. He struggled to restrain himself, not allowing his imperial body to harm his daughter. Though decayed, even his corpse could shatter all things.
"Father, I beg you, you must survive. I don't want to be separated from you!" Fire Qilin Child cried until her voice grew hoarse, eyes red. She had never been as terrified as today, like a poor helpless little girl walking alone on a cold late-night street.
"I also want to live, reluctant to leave you all, but a person's strength eventually runs out, and death comes eventually. Immortality... is difficult!" Qilin Ancient Emperor sighed, coughing another large mouthful of scarlet blood.
"There must always be a way. You can certainly continue to live. Father survived unscathed from the Primordial Era until today, surely you can endure further!" Fire Qilin Child wept loudly.
"Foolish child, that was achieved at the most terrible cost—cutting away the ancient emperor's Dao position. What can Father still do now? The primordial spirit has decayed." Qilin Ancient Emperor spoke softly.
Then, his eyes suddenly blazed brilliantly: "What I saw and heard on the path to immortality is all world-shaking, enough to help later generations attain immortality. But... I cannot leave it to you. Doing so would only harm you."
Saying this, he looked up at the starry sky, then his forehead bone shone with great radiance, sending some spiritual insights and imprints into the universe, transforming into a brilliant rain of light.
"My path to immortality, my method of immortality, what I saw and felt on that path as Qilin Emperor—all contained within. Not given to my daughter, not passed to my son, left for those with destiny!"
Qilin Emperor's roar shook the eight desolates of the universe, causing the entire mortal world to tremble. Such was a Primordial Emperor, supreme, terrifying beyond bounds.
Leaving such things to his descendants, he feared harming his children. There were still supreme existences in this world who could reach here. He directly struck into the universe, illuminating the nine heavens and ten lands, letting people search the cosmic void.
"Father..." Fire Qilin Child saw her aged father, even in this state, still worrying about her and her brother. All this was deep love, rending her heart even more.
Light spots began to appear on the old ancient emperor's body—a sign of Dao dissolution, no longer sustainable. On the path to immortality, this sign had already been obvious, suppressed by him by force, but now the end had finally arrived.
Qilin Ancient Emperor looked reluctantly at his daughter, as if wanting to imprint her in his memory, then slowly but forcefully pushed Fire Qilin Child away, preparing to journey alone.
At this moment, Fire Qilin Child knew there was no turning back. The father who could make all gods submit, who could enter the Immortal Mountain and daily pick Enlightenment Tea to brew for her, was about to leave this world.
The most powerful man, the most loving father, his life exhausted, about to part from her forever.
"Father..." Fire Qilin Child reached out to grasp, but caught nothing, weeping loudly: "I hope there is a next life, that I can forever be your daughter. Father, do not forget me, your eternal daughter!"
Tears blurred her eyes, her heart grieving to the extreme. In the Primordial Era, they had experienced separation by life and death, and now encountering it again, this time truly eternal parting, unbearable for her.
In the sky, Qilin Emperor was dissolving into Dao, becoming light rain, but all controlled by him. Immortal light rushed beyond the domain, not disturbing this place in the slightest. All blood also burned, not a single drop left behind.
"Clang!"
At this final moment, he even severed certain Dao principles that suppressed his daughter, shattering those immortal chains so they could not become shackles.
Taking one last look, the old ancient emperor gave a long roar that shook the heavens. He transformed into the most brilliant rain of light, disappearing into the cosmic border wasteland.
Fire Qilin Child cried until she fainted, weakly grasping at the void, shouting loudly. She had clearly seen the sadness in her strong father's eyes—an expression never seen before, filled with reluctance, but in the end, he left her.
"Ancient Emperor!"
"Supreme Ancestral Emperor!"
This ancient star, the entire Qilin clan was stirred. People rushed over, wailing in grief, kneeling on the ground, seeing off the distant rain of light.
In the cosmic border wasteland, an extremely bitter and cold place, on a meteorite, a man sat bare-chested, his body lean and muscular, eyes closed in meditation, comprehending his own Dao.
He had long blue hair. Though he appeared young, there was also a vicissitude about him, like an ascetic practitioner who had endured many hardships and drifted here.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out two terrifying beams of light. Then he clutched his chest, nearly suffocating, and said tremblingly: "Who? Little sister? No, who exactly? Someone closest to me has died..."
His eyes suddenly opened wide, then he stood up abruptly, his whole body erupting with brilliant light. Gazing toward the Big Dipper Star Domain, he trembled: "Could it be... Father? No!"
He was Huo Qizi, who had disappeared for many years after his battle with Dao Yi, drifting in the cosmic border wasteland, battling all kinds of strange creatures, undergoing hellish ascetic cultivation.
When he had revived from Divine Source back then, he had lingered outside the Primordial Forbidden Zone, because he had always suspected his father was not dead, his intuition frighteningly sharp.
At this moment, he was afraid, unable to hold back a mournful roar, wishing he could immediately return to the Big Dipper.
A blinding rain of light streaked across the sky, condensing into a majestic figure not far away—Qilin Emperor in his most peak form, looking at him with majesty.
"Father!" Huo Qizi shouted loudly, tears rolling down, blurring his eyes. He knew his father had fallen. This was the final undying imprint, arriving here to see him one last time.
"You are the child of a Primordial Emperor. You should not have tears, only blood. You must have invincible faith, believe you are stronger than me!"
Qilin Emperor's attitude toward his children was completely different. Daughters were to be cherished; sons were the continuation of his will, strictly urged, carrying his hopes, used to fulfill the dreams he never realized.
"You must believe you are the strongest, simply because you are the son of Qilin Emperor, his hope. You must surpass him!" Qilin Ancient Emperor shouted.
Finally, he sighed again, a trace of love appearing in his eyes: "You have already done very well..."
"Imperial Father!" Huo Qizi roared, madly rushing forward.
But that rain of light directly tore through the void, burying itself in the boundless universe, quickly fading. He did not want his son to be harmed by imperial Dao laws.
Thus a generation of ancient emperors came to an end!
On the path to immortality, Stone Emperor sneered coldly, sweeping his gaze across the world: "Die? I am unwilling, I do not wish it. My fate is very hard. This era should not yet see my end!"
Not counting Amitabha's divine self, eleven supremes had set foot on the path to immortality. Now five had already fallen—those great emperors and supremes who claimed they would leave behind methods of immortality for later generations, using their own lives and blood to verify.
Before dying, they had already struck their insights from the path to immortality into the universe, leaving them for later generations!
Those still remaining were almost all the greatest instigators of the Dark Calamity, who had once bloodily washed all domains, or mysterious ancient heavenly venerables from the Mythical Era.
"Longevity Heavenly Venerable, have you fallen in the Soaring Immortal Cave?" The giant from the Ancient Forbidden Land roared, his whole body covered in golden fur, dazzling to the point of blinding.
Everyone was shocked. What exactly was his origin?
"The only surviving... Great Accomplishment Saint Body!" An ancient supreme whispered. Though his life fire was dim, he still persisted, his eyes coldly sweeping the eight desolates.
"What?!"
Those outside the domain who heard his voice were all shocked. That majestic man covered in golden fur was actually a Great Accomplishment Saint Body—too shocking!
Now the truth came to light. The earliest master of the Ancient Forbidden Land was transformed from a human Great Accomplishment Saint Body, who had taken up residence there!
"Tomb of Immortals Master, besides being Longevity Heavenly Venerable, also once ruled the Underworld, though briefly. Moreover, he had instigated the Dark Calamity and had a history of grievances with the Saint Body!"
An ancient supreme muttered to himself, revealing the hidden truth.
This was truly shocking. The Tomb of Immortals Master's origin was too great, too astonishing. Being Longevity Heavenly Venerable of the Mythical Era was one thing, but also having been the master of the Underworld left people dumbfounded.
"This..." Many people could not speak.
Too extraordinary, beyond people's imagination.
"Rumor has it that in their later years, Saint Bodies encounter misfortune, growing terrible corpse fur. This is actually true! However, this Great Accomplishment Saint Body seems to have suppressed it, maintaining clarity of consciousness!"
Aside from Longevity Heavenly Venerable, the other five still-living supremes stood on the path to immortality, showing no signs of Dao dissolution, all struggling to hold on, unwilling to fall.
"Why do I feel that the greatest upheaval of the ages is not yet over? These supremes..." An old great sage spoke with horror, then abruptly stopped.
"Leave this place!" A quasi-emperor felt his hair stand on end, immediately tearing through the universe, disappearing in an instant.
At this moment, all cultivators moved together. The inexplicable feeling from before had returned. They felt this world was about to undergo great change, especially this place, which made their hair stand on end.
Outside the domain, an ancient, simple cauldron approached, flying in from the depths of the distant universe. It was covered in rust, thick with green copper patina. In fact, it had almost lost its cauldron shape, pieced together from fragments, missing most of it, full of holes.
If Ye Fan were here, he would surely be shocked. This was the Green Copper Cauldron left by Emperor Venerable, yet it had as much as a third, equal to what he possessed!
"Tomb of Immortals Master, Longevity Heavenly Venerable, your end has come. To the Heavenly Court, you are an unforgivable sinner!" A roar came, shaking heaven and earth.
The Green Copper Cauldron emitted brilliant light, swaying with gorgeous radiance, directly tearing through the void, fully reviving, crashing into the path to immortality, plunging into the Chaos Cave. Not for the sake of attaining immortality—this was to break the immortal path, to kill the Tomb of Immortals Master—Longevity Heavenly Venerable!
"A group calling themselves gods, a clan left behind by the Heavenly Court!" Someone whispered.
No one had expected that the Divine Organization actually possessed a third of the Green Copper Cauldron, and now they had struck it out at any cost, to shatter the immortal path and kill the Tomb of Immortals Master.
This was too shocking. That broken immortal artifact was burning, a sign of self-destruction, too terrifying. To destroy Longevity Heavenly Venerable at any cost—what great hatred was this?
"Without you, how could the Heavenly Court have collapsed? Emperor Venerable would most likely have succeeded. Eternal sinner, stop lingering on borrowed time. Die here!" One could imagine how many tens of thousands of years they had waited for this opportunity.