# Chapter 1805: Two Thousand Years Old
The world was vast and boundless, yet not a single familiar face could be seen. Not to mention friends and relatives, even enemies were gone. All those of the same generation had reached their final destination and passed away.
The world was utterly silent!
Late at night, Ye Fan gazed at the starry sky, not moving a single time throughout the entire night. The heroes of this world had finally withered away completely, and not a single person of his generation could be found anymore.
He let out a soft sigh, rose in the morning glow, and left the Heavenly Court, not returning for many years.
The Heavenly Court was powerful, spread across all corners of the universe. Even though the grand era had declined and the outstanding figures within the sect had withered away, it remained the number one sect in the universe, with no other sect comparable.
Ye Fan transformed into an ordinary person, walking alone in the mortal world, from one place to another. He walked for many years, yet even amidst the sea of people, he still felt a sense of loneliness.
Without friends or relatives, and even enemies had all died out—this was a terrifying silence.
He was the Heavenly Emperor, with a blood sea as vast as the ocean, strong to the extreme. Time could hardly leave any traces on his body, yet he was so desolate, traveling alone, never wanting to stop.
The myriad phenomena of the mortal world, the various states of human life—he traveled all the way down, traversing the entire world. His heart remained the same, always silent.
At twelve thousand years old, Ye Fan grew his first white hair. Looking back, even amidst the vast sea of people, he felt the world had become even more silent.
Although he stood in the crowd, he could not feel the worldly energy of this era. Instead, it seemed he heard the call of another world, like the voice of a previous age. He was out of step with this era.
What use was being invincible under heaven and earth?
In this mortal world, he did not know a single person. There were so many people, yet they were so far away. Even if he walked to the ends of the world, eternal loneliness would accompany him.
On the Fire Mulberry Star, restless emotions spread. Everyone in that clan was in a panic, because the Golden Crow Great Emperor's blood energy was withering. The news spread throughout the world.
Ye Fan looked up, took a step, and appeared on this great star. Flames danced, Fire Mulberry trees grew in patches, and above them floated a magnificent heavenly palace, with flames leaping.
The Heavenly Emperor had come to visit the Golden Crow Great Emperor, shocking the clan and all the powerful beings of other races. Then, some fear arose, dreading his majesty and invincible aura.
Ye Fan had never been particularly close to the Golden Crow Great Emperor, but now he desperately hoped that he could live a little longer.
In this withered grand era, even enemies seemed close. Being able to see someone from the same generation was truly not easy.
"Heavenly Emperor, I am truly old. You are still so young—how awe-inspiring," the old Golden Crow sighed.
Ye Fan did not speak, just looked at him like that.
"Alas, my life is short. Only now do I realize how good it is to be alive. Heavenly Emperor, you must cherish it," the old Golden Crow said, his golden hair mostly white, sitting on a fire crystal throne. "I finally understand why the Ancient Emperors chose to transform into forbidden zones. Even I feel the urge."
"If you do that, I will pacify you immediately," Ye Fan said.
The Golden Crow Great Emperor smiled bitterly. "Living in the same era as you, could I do that? But I think you should prepare. Even if you don't transform into a forbidden zone, you should seal yourself while your blood energy is abundant, or find a way to slow the consumption of your vitality."
"You very much hope I seal myself, don't you?" Ye Fan's gaze was sharp as lightning, as if it could pierce the heart of a Great Emperor.
The Golden Crow Great Emperor was immediately embarrassed and said no more.
Ye Fan stared at him for a long time, showing a smile for the first time in two thousand years. "I think you can live another two thousand years."
"Heavenly Emperor, you flatter me. I think I will sit in meditation and pass away within five hundred years," the Golden Crow Great Emperor sighed.
"Is that so? In five hundred years, I will come to see you. If you are still alive, I will help you find release," Ye Fan said with a mocking smile.
"Forget it. Life and death are fated. If I can hold on a little longer, living in the same era as the Heavenly Emperor is also an honor," the old Golden Crow said.
After meeting the old Golden Crow and exchanging a few words, Ye Fan's loneliness diminished somewhat. He let out a long breath, ending his solitary travels and cultivation in the mortal world.
"Time, ah."
Ye Fan looked at the first white hair that had fallen loose. He activated his profound arts, and his own blood energy rumbled. Heaven and earth trembled, and the nine heavens and ten lands heard the sound of thunder!
His body glowed, his entire being crystalline. Finally, that white hair turned black again. His strength and the abundance of his lifespan were absolutely unprecedented and unmatched.
"Time to go back."
Ye Fan took a step, and the stars shifted. He instantly appeared before the Heavenly Court. Outside, the three temples still emitted auspicious energy, with faith power surging, ever prosperous.
The only difference from the past was that the three grand temples were now built from Divine Source. While sealing the essence to prevent loss, they absorbed faith power. This was what Ye Fan had done back then.
Inside the three ancient temples, each had a figure sitting cross-legged. They were the three gods appointed by the Heavenly Emperor. Two of them already had blood energy swirling around them, accompanied by thunder.
However, Ye Fan sighed. Sealed in Divine Source, gathering their true spirits again—after so many years, there were only some results. It was truly difficult.
In the future, the effects would become even weaker. A new era had arrived. The deeds of these three outstanding figures would gradually fade, no longer manifesting in the mortal world. Then, the faith would no longer be prosperous.
For this, only by establishing three more sects could the temples perhaps be preserved immortal.
Ye Fan silently returned to a courtyard in the Heavenly Court—the Immortal Mountain. He had not returned for many years, but the people of this generation in the Heavenly Court knew he must still be alive, only because he was the Heavenly Emperor.
Decades later, a crying sound woke Ye Fan from deep seclusion. He quickly disappeared from the Immortal Mountain cliff and arrived at the Flat Peach Garden.
Under the ancient tree, a little girl was rubbing her big eyes, softly sobbing, just waking from slumber.
She was as cute as a porcelain doll, with crystal tears on her face. It was Little Nannan. For the past few thousand years, for some unknown reason, she had been extremely sleepy, sometimes sleeping for one or two thousand years at a time. Ye Fan had investigated and found that the Ruthless Great Emperor beneath the Primordial Abyss seemed to be undergoing some strange transformation, affecting the little girl.
"Big Brother, Nannan had a dream. She dreamed that all the other brothers and sisters were gone, leaving only the two of us. Then Nannan felt so lonely, so sad."
Ye Fan sighed inwardly. The dream was very real. The world was utterly silent, and only the two of them remained. He lovingly touched Little Nannan's head. "Don't overthink it."
The little girl's big eyes were filled with tears, timid. She grabbed Ye Fan's clothes. "Big Brother, I'm very scared. I'm afraid that one day you will leave me too."
Ye Fan was startled. "That won't happen."
"Mm, Big Brother, remember, don't leave Nannan." The little girl was very good, wiping away her tears, looking at him pitifully.
Ye Fan nodded, assuring her.
The little girl only woke for a few months, always following Ye Fan like a little shadow, never leaving his side, afraid he would disappear, full of dependence.
During this time, Ye Fan took her around to play, making the little girl very happy and joyful. He felt melancholy, bitter, and moved. In this world, there was finally someone who could live in the same era with him, continuing to live together.
A few months later, Little Nannan fell into slumber again. Ye Fan looked at her repeatedly, feeling that this time she would sleep even longer.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the Immortal Mountain cliff, refining some weapons and formation flags, scattering them across the Heavenly Court. This immediately caused shock among the heavenly soldiers and generals, followed by thunderous cheers.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
Now, the Emperor Venerable's Heavenly Soldier Command Tablet and Heavenly General Command Tablet had all been found, becoming secret treasures of the Heavenly Court. Moreover, Ye Fan had personally refined some artifacts, each one enough to shake the world!
Even if many of the founders were no longer around, the Heavenly Court could still be passed down gloriously for many years.
In fact, as long as the Heavenly Emperor was still alive, even if only a few remnant soldiers remained in the Heavenly Court, it could be called extremely glorious and prosperous, invincible in the world.
Ye Fan traveled again. He was using great power to deduce, seeking a person. Although he did not believe in reincarnation, the oath from back then still echoed in his ears. He had promised to find her.
"Reincarnation—believe and it exists, disbelieve and it does not. Time is long, and two identical flowers will eventually appear in the world. A thousand years of looking back, one flower withers, one flower blooms."
But many years had passed, and he could not find her at all. Over ten thousand years had passed, and she was still nowhere to be found.
"I have a premonition that I will meet such a person. Is the time not yet right?" Ye Fan, now the Heavenly Emperor, had the most terrifying instinct.
He traversed the starry sky, and when he arrived at the Ancient Human Path again, he showed surprise for the first time in thousands of years, because he saw a person, someone from the same generation.
"Guan Cheng!"
At the city gate, there was an old man, very aged, his body hunched, extremely decayed.
"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor."
Ye Fan showed a strange expression. Over twelve thousand years had passed. All the outstanding talents of the same generation had died, yet this person had survived.
"I had a hidden ailment. I should have died at over six thousand years old. For some unknown reason, I lived a second life," Guan Cheng coughed, now in his twilight years again.
His realm had never improved, but he had lived much longer than others. With little time left, he had come here again, revisiting old places, wanting to walk the ancient path once more.
Ye Fan grabbed his hand, carefully examined him, and sighed softly. It was indeed as he said—he had lived a second life, and this time he had truly reached the end.
In the Heavenly Court, there was also someone who had lived a second life. That little silkworm who had once followed the Divine Silkworm Princess, after nine transformations, had opened another life, far stronger than Guan Cheng. Together with the Little Saint Ape and the Divine Child, they had been sealed by Ye Fan.
The White-Robed Divine King, the Golden Crow Great Emperor, the Little Silkworm, Guan Cheng—more than one person had lived a second life. This greatly moved Ye Fan.
Several hundred years later, Guan Cheng passed away, dying of old age in the starry sky.
When Ye Fan was over fourteen thousand years old, he came to the Fire Mulberry Star. This time, the Golden Crow Clan did not need to spread the news. Everyone knew that the Demon Emperor was about to sit in meditation and pass away, because he could no longer control the Great Dao, which spread overwhelmingly, shaking the human world.
"You've come." The Golden Crow Great Emperor was very calm.
"Sending you off on your final journey," Ye Fan said.
"Alas!" The old Golden Crow let out a long sigh. Living in the same era as Ye Fan was the greatest sorrow of his life as one who had attained the Dao.
"Do you have anything you want to say?" Ye Fan asked about his last words.
"Do you really want to hear?" The Golden Crow Great Emperor had been majestic all his life, also suppressed all his life. Now, he spoke with a hint of self-mockery.
"I want to hear," Ye Fan said.
"Very well then." The Golden Crow Great Emperor nodded, then his gaze suddenly became very intense, somewhat oppressive, as if he had become a different person. "Go to hell, Heavenly Emperor. I will never see you again!"
Ye Fan was stunned. This was his final last words?
The Golden Crow Great Emperor died very quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, he ended his life, leaving Ye Fan with a bewildered expression. After a long time, he touched his chin.
The universe shook greatly. A Great Emperor had died. The nine heavens and ten lands all trembled!
Time passed slowly. Ye Fan was eighteen thousand years old and finally entered his twilight years. Living one life for so long was rare since ancient times.
His hair had turned white, but his blood energy was not yet severely depleted, still astonishing. However, on this day, a strange thing happened. A layer of golden fur grew on his body.
"Calamity?" Ye Fan laughed loudly, but his gaze was icy cold, looking toward the starry sky.
With a flash of light, the golden fur on his body all burned away and disappeared.
Another thousand years passed. Ye Fan was already nineteen thousand years old, with no unusual changes. Since he did not self-mutilate and did not use any means of longevity, he finally grew old.
However, his will had never changed. He wanted to break through to immortality.
When stillness gave rise to movement, he began to travel again this year. This journey lasted over a thousand years. He traversed the starry sky, and he was already over twenty thousand years old.
Suddenly looking up, he found that he had arrived at the Big Dipper, standing outside the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven, amidst a pile of ruins.
Standing still for a long time, Ye Fan suddenly turned his head. As the Heavenly Emperor, after the world had become utterly silent, this was the first time in nearly ten thousand years that he had felt a strange sensation.
The moment he turned, he saw a back, walking away. The withered figure was very ethereal in the pitch-black night, somewhat eerie.
For someone who could make the Heavenly Emperor feel this way, one could imagine how terrifying it was.
"Stop!" Ye Fan shouted. This back figure, he had caught a fleeting glimpse of over ten thousand years ago.
"Cough..." From the distant back figure came an old and violent cough, as if about to cough out his heart. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member on the literature website to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)