# Chapter 1804: The World Falls Silent
In the starry sky, before the Heavenly Court, three grand temples stood towering. Faith power converged, auspicious vapors rose like a furnace, controlling the life and death of heaven and earth.
This was a rare miracle in the world. The Heavenly Emperor had deified beings, his words becoming reality like ten thousand jun of thunder, causing the three great halls to connect heaven and earth, pregnant with the creation of the universe!
At this moment, a grand gathering was taking place within the Heavenly Court. People sighed that the great era was about to end. Many had slowly grown old, gathering here to drink and reminisce about the past.
White immortal mist flowed. Divine orchids and immortal grasses grew beneath the steps. Divine birds and auspicious beasts appeared. The area before the Heavenly Palace was exceptionally lively. Jade tables were arranged one after another, stretching into the distance.
Pang Bo was over ten feet tall, still stalwart, his bronze skin flowing with precious light. He was pulling Zhang Wenchang, Zhang Ziling, Dongfang Ye, Ji Haoyue, and others into drinking, talking loudly and expansively.
Tu Fei, with a thick tongue, pulled Li Heishui along, speaking of old times, alternating between crying and laughing. Of the five little bandits, only the two of them remained.
"May I ask the fairy maiden's name? On such a beautiful night, meeting a peerless beauty is truly a great joy of life. Fairy maiden, I toast you." Li Tian, even with hair as white as snow, still had a young heart. He staggered over to Yao Xi, trying to get close, his eyes gleaming with a roguish light.
"Your wife is coming," Yan Yixi, still elegant, whispered a reminder beside him.
Li Tian stood up resolutely and decisively, walking firmly toward the other side, away from Yao Xi. But his mouth let out a small wail: "A wife like a roaring lion at home, this is my retribution!"
"Hahaha..." The people nearby all burst into laughter.
Little Sparrow rolled her eyes at them, pulling Yao Xi toward another side. There were Gu Lin and Gu Fei, brother and sister, and Xia Jiuyou who had finally stopped grieving, as well as the Lightning Phoenix Bird "Little Dot" raised by Ji Ziyue, and Little Grass from the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain who had accompanied Nannan in childhood—all relatively quiet.
"Lord Duan, Cao Yusheng, when are we going to pull off a big job?" Dragon Horse, drunk, asked Duan De.
Black Emperor's large claw was draped over the unscrupulous Taoist's shoulder, hugging him, speaking with a thick tongue: "If you know of any immortal treasures, don't hide them. Let's make one more move, then we should retire."
"Alas, there's no time. I've been looking for a feng shui treasure site lately, planning to bury myself. We'll meet again in the next life—provided you're still alive then." Duan De shook his head and sighed, reeking of alcohol.
Beside them, Wang Shu and Lei Bo poured wine for Black Emperor and the others. So many years had passed, and the "Silver Blood Twin Emperors" had also grown old, but they still held great reverence for their ferocious big black dog master.
"Thinking back to those days, when Emperor Venerable was young, and Immortal was still wearing open-crotch pants, only I, this poor Taoist, was supreme, pointing at the world, looking down on all under heaven. With a laugh, how many great tombs and ancient graves turned to ashes, all at my whim. Ask the world, who is the hero? Look at me, peerless and elegant..." Duan De muttered drunkenly.
"Time is a butcher's knife, graying the hero's hair, bending this emperor's back. Even though I am unmatched in the world... dammit, I still haven't seen the Innate Saint Body Dao Fetus!" Black Emperor complained drunkenly.
A heavenly soldier came to report that Li Ruoyu had arrived. Zhang Wenchang and the others were overjoyed and went personally to welcome him.
Not long after, Bai Ye came seeking them. He was a youth from the first pass battlefield of the nine imperial passes on the ancient path. Unsuitable for cultivation in his early years, but after encouragement and guidance from Ye Fan, he persisted with great determination and had now become a powerful expert of his generation.
Although he was not Ye Fan's disciple, there was a master-disciple bond between them. He sat together with Huahua, Yang Xi, Zhang Qingyang, and Long Yuxuan, drinking cup after cup in a lively competition.
Ye Tong and Jiang Tingting were also present. One was a Sun Body, the other a Moon Body. They had long married, but after many years, still had no children. This was regrettable, and everyone wanted to see what heaven-defying bloodline their descendants would have.
There were many people present, but unfortunately, quite a few had passed away. For example, the twelve saints of those days, after several replenishments, now only the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, Golden Winged Great Peng, and Dragon Horse remained.
In the grand heavenly palace, everyone raised their cups and drank joyfully. There was laughter and tears, all with genuine emotion.
Ye Fan had once asked everyone whether they wished for eternal life. The answers varied.
"The most important thing in life is a peaceful and contented heart. That is enough."
"This emperor won't rest in peace until I see the Innate Saint Body Dao Fetus!"
...
"Boom!"
In the distance, dust and smoke rose to the sky. Faintly, imperial dao laws spread, startling everyone. The heavenly palace had been leveled!
Holy Prince stood up abruptly, muttering: "That mischievous little thing!" He knew who had done it.
At the same time, Pang Bo also stood up, angry: "That little brat is getting more and more out of line!"
Sure enough, heavenly soldiers came to report, exactly as they had expected.
Holy Prince's only young son had emerged again, running out from the divine source. While everyone was drinking, he and one of Pang Bo's favorite descendants once again staged the scene of "Rioting in the Heavenly Palace," demolishing several ancient halls.
Little Monkey and Pang Gu had been sealed at a very young age, along with Holy Prince's Immortal Iron Staff and Pang Bo's Demon Emperor Ruler, all sealed together in the source.
It must be said, Little Monkey was too mischievous. He had awakened several times, sneaking out of the source, very naughty, running around everywhere, addicted to causing trouble.
This made people laugh and cry. He was clearly sealed in divine source, yet he emerged time and again, causing trouble every few decades. How was this being sealed? It was ridiculous.
Not only did he emerge himself, but he often called a few children along, like this time with Pang Gu.
Fortunately, Ye Fan was the current Heavenly Emperor and could refine divine source liquid at any time. Otherwise, such waste would be unaffordable.
"Mother, save me!" Little Monkey was dragged over by Holy Prince. His big, dark eyes rolled around mischievously, but his mouth let out miserable howls, seeking rescue.
Six-Eared Macaque stepped forward and smacked him hard, spanking his bottom: "Next time you dare sneak out, I'll beat your bottom black and blue, and directly seal you so you won't wake up for a million years."
"No, Mother, I was wrong. I only came out because I missed you," Little Monkey shouted.
Everyone smiled.
The music ended, and the guests dispersed. The heavenly palace grew quiet and cold, leaving only Ye Fan alone, standing by the window, bathed in a layer of pure white moonlight.
"Is this era really about to end?"
Now, only he was still in the ascendant phase, his blood energy surging to the heavens, still growing stronger. Meanwhile, other surviving members of his generation were either in their later years or beginning to decline.
Who could sing triumphant songs all the way through life?
Ye Fan looked alone toward the starry sky. Perhaps when they gathered again, many would be missing.
The golden great era had reached its end. The scene of brilliant stars was no longer seen. The heavenly prodigies and outstanding talents of those days had all grown old, and many had even died from old injuries.
After the peak of splendor came decline, already beginning to show.
During this time, Ye Fan once went to the ancient path, then traveled to various places. Unfortunately, not many of the powerful experts who had competed on the ancient path remained. He met a few.
Rui Wei ended his painful life. Yu Xian and Tuoba Yu had passed away in meditation many years ago. Mu Guanghan and Ku Toutuo's blood energy had declined. Only Ouye Mo had reached the Quasi-Emperor realm.
Five hundred years later, Ye Fan unexpectedly met Yi Qingwu in the starry sky. They looked at each other without speaking, until a long time later, they both laughed together, a smile dissolving all enmity.
In fact, at this point, Ye Fan had no enemies in his heart, only old acquaintances. Yi Qingwu had also finally let go. In the passage of years, many things could be set aside, and the road ahead would be broader.
As time passed, when Ye Fan was over eight thousand years old, he was still unbelievably young. His skin was crystalline, his black hair thick and lush, no different from when he was twenty. While touring various places, he met Di Tian, Xin Lan, Human King, Great Demon God, and Green Poem Fairy Maiden in succession. But they were all already old, looking at each other with melancholy. A final cup of wine dissolved all the grudges of past years.
"The Heavenly Emperor is invincible, not only in strength but also in state of mind. All past enemies have become old acquaintances in his heart. I hope we can live long enough to share this era with him..." Di Tian looked at the vast sky, sighing at the stars and moon.
The golden age had reached its end. Various outstanding talents were hard to find. It was truly heading toward its conclusion.
A great era sighed for ten thousand years. How many heavenly prodigies, how many beautiful faces, were all buried in the passage of time.
But at this final stage, some outstanding talents suddenly reappeared in the world. They cried out in sorrow to the heavens, making their final struggle in life, their light illuminating the entire universe.
Like comets, they ignited the sky, forever engraved in the annals of history, ending in a tragic finale.
During this time, Yin Tiande came, requesting a final battle with Ye Fan. Ye Fan looked at him quietly. This former great enemy, the first genius to display the Divine Seal, was truly old now, with white hair. But the light in his eyes was so blazing, like fire. He yearned so desperately for a final duel with Ye Fan.
"Very well." Ye Fan nodded, agreeing to his request.
The result was without any suspense. No matter how heaven-defying Yin Tiande was, he could not withstand a single blow from the Heavenly Emperor. In the vast world, Ye Fan had long been without an opponent for thousands of years.
Ye Fan used his own blood energy to heal his dao wounds, then turned and left. Over a thousand years later, Yin Tiande passed away in meditation.
During this time, Divine Venerable and Yan Chongtian also came to challenge him. They burned themselves in flames of fire, hoping to fight the Heavenly Emperor and end their lives without regret.
One was the master of the God Clan, unyielding and unbending, having cultivated divine arts to perfection, with dharma power covering the world. The other was the genius Ye Fan had met after crossing the Sea of Bitterness of Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable to reach the Other Shore of the Divine, known as the second under the starry sky. He had once consumed part of the essence of the Ancient Tree of Life but had suffered dao injuries, now reappearing.
Ye Fan fulfilled their wishes, letting the warriors march resolutely on their path, allowing them to sublimate in flames of fire, blooming with brilliant smiles.
A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye!
In the final years of this era, the spectacle of shining stars reappeared. One outstanding talent after another cried out in sorrow to heaven and earth, soaring upward, releasing their brilliance under the starry sky, making their final unyielding struggle in life.
Unfortunately, in the end, they could not reverse heaven's will. No one could become emperor. One flower of battle after another withered.
Who could sing triumphant songs all the way? The golden age had finally reached its end, about to close.
The unyielding like Zhou Yi, the stunning like Jiang Yifei, the peerlessly graceful like the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, the legendary like the Innate Dao Fetus Zi Xia—one after another, they withered. The world would never see them again.
The peerless divine man Xiang Yufei finally passed away before the Qinling Lake, able to sleep together with his beloved woman. But he also had his loneliness. Before passing away in meditation, his mouth mentioned the three characters Gai Jiuyou, then he was still.
The golden age had ended!
Time was like a knife, cutting down heavenly prodigies!
The world fell silent. Ye Fan stood alone, looking at the sky, not saying a single word. No one knew his feelings at this moment.
I'm fairly satisfied with these chapters. This isn't filling in holes—the main holes were already filled in the past. Now I'm just writing about the end of a great era. Those who like it will naturally like it. Those who don't may find it very plain and ordinary. As for a very few brothers, I'm unable to satisfy them, because no matter what, they would only curse from beginning to end.
There are a few holes not yet touched upon. Next, they will naturally come along.
In God's Tomb and World of Immortals, the endings were about unity of purpose, resounding and stirring, joining hands to fight great enemies. Zhe Tian is certainly not like that, simply because it is Zhe Tian, unique, not the previous two books.
Writing in the later stages, Chen Dong cannot satisfy every reader. Naturally, some like it, some are indifferent. No one can make everyone satisfied.
Some brothers and sisters are nostalgic, always mentioning how God's Tomb was, how World of Immortals was. But what was the real situation? Remember during God's Tomb, the book review section was very chaotic. By World of Immortals, it had improved somewhat. By the end of Zhe Tian, the atmosphere was actually much better than before.
It's finally going to end. I also feel reluctant in my heart. But just like the great era in the book, it must eventually close.
The ending period has exceeded my predetermined date of May 9th. But I won't rush to end it because of time. I need to extend a few days, because I want to carefully write the following chapters, bringing it to a perfect and satisfactory conclusion.
Thank you to all brothers and sisters for your support. Chen Dong expresses his deepest gratitude from the bottom of his heart. It is because of you that Zhe Tian has everything it has now.