# Chapter 1633: A Joyous Reunion
Men and women, young and old alike, some crying and some laughing. There were also quite a few heavenly soldiers and generals, war drums rumbling as they charged forward. Huahua's bald head was nearly cracked by some magical artifacts.
"Damn it, are you guys really hitting me? Amitabha, crap, my head!" Huahua glared angrily.
"Weng!"
Another pile of magical artifacts rained down like garbage being dumped—large quantities, seemingly worthless. One of them struck his head with a *clang*, like blacksmithing with a resonant metallic ring. Huahua immediately staggered, dizzy and furious. He couldn't tell whether it was Black Emperor or the Silver Blood Twin Emperors who had made the sneak attack, but they couldn't escape blame.
"Ye Fan... is it really you? My good brother, you're still alive!" Li Heishui shouted, the first to rush over because the mountain peak where he had been in seclusion was right next to this place.
As for the fastest, it was the Holy Prince. He flipped down from the sky in a single somersault, let out a long roar, and grabbed Ye Fan's shoulders. Amid great sorrow and joy, he looked at Ye Fan and then recalled Ji Zi. Of the three Imperial Prince-level heroes who had fought side by side, one was now missing, and tears welled in his eyes.
"I knew you could survive and would return to see us!" Dongfang Ye, bare-chested and muscular, roared as he strode over like a giant, the earth trembling beneath him. He gave Ye Fan a heavy punch.
After great ups and downs, a separation of three hundred years, though they were laughing now, tears glistened in their eyes. To be able to reunite alive was truly not easy.
"Good that you came back alive... good that you came back alive!" Old Killer Qi Luo's voice trembled as he repeated.
Hot tears streamed from Ye Fan's eyes. So many people had worried, grieved, and rejoiced for him, their voices trembling, afraid it was all a dream. How could he not be moved?
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Turning around, he saw Black Emperor baring his big white teeth at him. The dog was greeting him in his own special way, having taken a bite. But it seemed more like he was taking the opportunity to rob some sacred blood.
"Why are your muscles so tense? Not a single drop of blood?" Sure enough, this ill-tempered big dog revealed his true intentions, then looked at Ye Fan with burning eyes, pressing forward eagerly. "Have you been missing all these years because you fell into some immortal cave? As the Battle Saint Emperor said, with treasures in hand, you can conquer the world. When brothers meet, we split fifty-fifty, no discounts!"
The monkey's forehead was covered in black lines upon hearing this. When had his old father ever said such a thing?!
Black Emperor's face was thick to a certain realm. Unhurriedly, he squeezed forward, his big black claw swatting the troublesome bald-headed Huahua aside, nearly pressing him underfoot.
"Damn it..." Huahua moved the big black claw off his bald head, cursing and swearing inwardly. But outwardly, he could only chant Buddha's name, because this dog uncle was truly someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
"Divine Son, I knew you would survive. The heavens have eyes." Little Que'er spoke softly, with both smiles and tears.
Everyone from Heavenly Village had come, all old friends.
As for the many heavenly soldiers and generals recruited over the past three hundred years, they were dumbfounded. Who was this person? Wasn't this a dream? Hadn't the Heavenly Court's master, Ye Fan, already died in battle? The whole world knew that!
"Is it really him? The one from our Heavenly Court who supposedly died in battle?"
The crowd was in an uproar. The heavenly soldiers and generals found it unbelievable. Nothing could be more shocking. But the person before them truly looked exactly like the stone statue.
"Ye Fan..." Ji Ziyue's face was covered in tears. Barefoot, her crystalline jade-white feet stumbling, she rushed over.
Tears blurred her eyes. She still remembered that day when Ye Fan forced a smile, bid her farewell, and then resolutely charged into the starry sky.
He left so decisively. He knew he was going to die, yet he still went. His back was straight, and he didn't look back, but she could see so much reluctance.
She imagined that at that moment, he must have known that if he turned back, he might not be able to leave. So he was that resolute, that ruthless, taking a path with no return.
And so it was. He walked a lonely path destined to bloom like fireworks, ultimately releasing himself in the universe, his body shattered, blood splattering across the Supreme battlefield.
A parting of three hundred years, a parting that seemed eternal. He had staked his life as a bet, leaving her to grieve in the night, to shed tears at the waning moon. Every starry night, she would gaze into the distance, believing that Ye Fan was on the other side of the starry sky, silently watching, struggling to return from the darkness, that he would eventually meet her again.
A dream of three hundred years, and now they truly met. She feared it was an illusion, like those nights when she woke from dreams with only tear stains on her pillow, still alone and cold.
"Not a dream, not a dream, it's real. This time, it must be real." She trembled, murmuring, her pale face and bloodless fingers gently touching Ye Fan's face.
"It's me... I'm back!" Ye Fan grasped her cold, delicate hand.
Ji Ziyue gently caressed Ye Fan's face. After confirming it wasn't a dream, she finally burst into loud sobs, heartbreaking to behold.
Everyone welcomed Ye Fan into the Heavenly Court. This heavenly domain was now vast. Ancient, everlasting continents floated in the universe, and one great star after another shone brightly.
Heavenly Village no longer had anything to do with a village. Now there were floating islands one after another, fragrant flowers and birdsong, waterfalls and flowing springs. Strands of silver light cascaded down from the divine islands onto the land below.
The scenery here was beautiful yet dignified. Those heavenly palaces and massive gate towers were majestic and imposing.
*Hong!*
A great cauldron descended. The beginning of all things, the stirring of chaos, mysterious yellow energy cascading down, enveloping Ye Fan's head. Lately, the updates might fluctuate between one and two chapters. Today, there is still only one chapter.