Chapter 1812: Still Undying
The Heavenly Emperor was reborn, his blood and qi surging like an ocean. He rose amidst the towering crimson clouds, standing high in the nine heavens, overlooking the vast earth and dominating the human realm!
This shook the world; everyone was in an uproar, then stunned beyond measure. It was utterly subversive—no one had ever imagined the Heavenly Emperor could live another life. It was truly a miracle.
People had believed he would pass away, unable to escape this calamity, that birth, aging, sickness, and death were unstoppable. Yet he defied heaven and accomplished such a feat.
He was young and unfathomable, brimming with vitality, yet also incomparably majestic. Stepping out from that water-blue star, he strode step by step into the depths of the universe, shocking everyone.
All the powerful beings of the various races in the universe were dumbfounded. What kind of myth was this? Who in ancient times could compare? Three lives as Heavenly Emperor, each at the peak, never having cut himself down.
“Heavenly Emperor!”
At that moment, a storm swept through the universe. Many sages shouted the words “Heavenly Emperor,” stirring even more people, for this was far too astonishing.
Across the myriad domains of the universe, the Heavenly Emperor reigned supreme with no rival. Having faced the Celestial Emperor on the brink of death without falling, and living out a third life, who could possibly take him away?
The four poles of heaven and earth seemed to erupt in turmoil; divine sounds echoed everywhere. Many were stirred, especially the endless legions of the Heavenly Court, who went wild, shouting without cease.
Millions upon millions of troops roared, and a hundred thousand divine generals bellowed, shaking the nine heavens and ten lands, becoming a stormy ocean. At this moment, the universe was in great upheaval.
Ye Fan had defied heaven and returned, truly peerless in grace!
He was so young it was astonishing, his black hair loose, like a deity, eternal and immortal, his entire body radiating an undying brilliance.
“If I one day march into the Immortal Realm, I will slay the Celestial Emperor along the way!” This was the Heavenly Emperor’s whisper, and also his oath.
Though the universe was vast, Ye Fan crossed countless star systems in just a few steps and returned to the Heavenly Court. Little Pine was so moved that tears streamed down his face; his master was finally safe.
At this time, countless troops waited outside the Heavenly Court, welcoming the legendary Heavenly Emperor who had lived for fifty thousand years without dying. Everyone was so excited and stirred that they trembled.
Heavenly soldiers and generals stretched beyond the horizon, their metal armor gleaming with luster, their war swords and heavenly halberds flashing with cold light. These were elite troops, battle-hardened kings of war.
Ye Fan restrained his Heavenly Emperor aura, for few in this world could bear it. His gaze swept across, and then his body emitted a soft radiance, auspicious light in the thousands, surging toward the crowd.
At that moment, a clanging sound rang out without end. Everyone’s armor and weapons blazed with intense light, runes appearing, their ranks all elevated by a great margin!
Everyone was horrified. What kind of world-shaking divine ability was this? Reversing without distinction, causing all arms and armor to evolve and ascend—this was the Heavenly Emperor’s blessing, giving rise to countless secret treasures.
“Heavenly Emperor!”
The crowd shouted, shaking the starry sky.
Ye Fan returned to the Heavenly Court, seated on the cold throne, overlooking the vast heavens and earth. He had finally lived out the most crucial life, advancing to the forefront in understanding longevity.
That day, all powerful clans across the universe came to pay homage, to see the supreme Heavenly Emperor. The shouts of acclaim never ceased.
This grand spectacle lasted a full month before gradually calming down. The Heavenly Court’s prestige and power reached an unprecedented peak; all heavens and myriad domains, every clan came to worship.
Outside the Heavenly Court, three magnificent temples, shrouded in immortal mist, grew increasingly spiritual. Ye Fan sat alone, conversing with them, for three wills had already been born there.
Though they were not yet true old friends, with great flaws, they gave him hope. The three religions had been established, powerful across the starry sky, and it was precisely because of their founding that the three grand temples could continue to gather faith power.
No one disturbed him. People knew this was the Heavenly Emperor’s solitary loneliness, spanning fifty thousand years—who could he confide in?
Little Pine had been sealed away, and the Heavenly Court returned to tranquility.
The Heavenly Emperor was unmatched, his brilliance shining across the universe. Few in the ages could walk alongside him. His might intimidated the universe, and all within the six directions and eight borders had to submit.
But this was the light of one man alone. He was dazzling, standing high in the nine heavens, yet the world lacked experts.
For over fifty thousand years, the Heavenly Emperor had endured, as if he alone had seized all the world’s fortune. Among the various clans, it became difficult to produce another unparalleled expert.
Moreover, the environment of heaven and earth had changed drastically, no longer suitable for cultivation. It had now reached its lowest point, suppressing all living things, inspiring fear.
This was a grand era for one man, shining through the ages, incomparable. Yet the beings of the world were too dim compared to him, far inferior to the past, lacking powerful quasi-emperors.
Over fifty thousand years, this long stretch of time had only seen two quasi-emperors appear, and neither had reached the ninth heaven.
In this life, the Heavenly Emperor occasionally patrolled the various domains. The forbidden zones were all destroyed, and the Primordial Ancient Mine became the Heavenly Court’s divine-grade storage ground. There was no longer any source of chaos in the world.
Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, twenty thousand years passed. Yet this life of the Heavenly Emperor seemed especially long. At twenty thousand years old, his hair was still black as a waterfall, his blood and qi vigorous.
This life, lived out by his own power, was unique, making him even stronger. With a raise of his hand or a step, he could shatter entire spans of time and space.
One day, Ye Fan caught a wisp of flowing light in a dead star domain, revealing a look of surprise. It was a lingering imprint left by the Ancient Emperor Qilin, recording his experiences and insights on the path to immortality.
He sat there cross-legged for a long time, only rising after ten years. The gains were considerable.
This was the fourth such imprint he had obtained from the universe. There were others from ancient supremes, each with its own wonders, all from those who had set foot on the path of longevity.
The Heavenly Emperor was over seventy thousand years old, yet he still lived, dominating the universe, reaching the pinnacle of the human world. Few in ancient times could match his majesty.
If mentioned, he would be compared to legendary figures like the desolate heavenly emperor, whose existence was uncertain.
At twenty-two thousand years old, Ye Fan began to grow white hair. That same year, as he passed a star ruin, his expression shifted. The place was filled with fragments of stars, a scene of desolation.
He transformed into a beam of light, appearing on the spot. Reaching out, he grabbed a star fragment. It was like picking a flower, but in truth, he had seized a sizable continent.
“A divine medicine root!”
Ye Fan split open this continent, lifting a medicine cauldron from an underground palace. Breaking the seal, he found a dry, withered root, devoid of vitality, without luster.
“Back then, before the dark turmoil, the various clans of the Big Dipper fled far away into the starry sky. This was the refuge of the Guhua Imperial Dynasty.”
Through the relics here, Ye Fan deduced the origin of this clan. Unfortunately, the Guhua Imperial Dynasty that had taken refuge here was destroyed, leaving only a few traces.
Only the current Heavenly Emperor could sense that the medicine cauldron sealed a dry, long-inactive, strange root. And he had a great connection with this medicine.
He had once cut out a remnant medicine in the Divine City of the Northern Domain, sealed in ice source. Its root was light blue, but the medicinal part was missing, leaving only a small tuber, resembling a human foot.
At that time, it was a withered divine medicine, its divine essence almost entirely lost. No one could revive it, and Ye Fan had auctioned it off.
Unexpectedly, fifty thousand years later, Ye Fan encountered it again, nearly withered, its last trace of divinity gone.
Even with the Heavenly Emperor’s current status and mindset, he sighed in regret. It was truly a pity. If he wasn’t mistaken, this should be the human-shaped divine medicine once controlled by Emperor Venerable!
If Ye Fan had possessed his current cultivation back then, he could have revived it. Now… it was thoroughly dried up, its vitality completely lost.
Legend had it that a total of thirty immortal medicines had appeared in ancient times, including tree forms, each unique. But by now, half had disappeared.
Was another about to be lost? Ye Fan frowned. This medicine was definitely the most special of them all, for it grew in human form, identical to the human body.
Ye Fan returned to the Heavenly Court and went into seclusion, beginning to study the immortality medicine intensively.
Since ancient times, some great emperors and ancient emperors had possessed immortality medicines, researching them to uncover the secrets of longevity.
In this life, Ye Fan had also begun this work, studying the White Tiger medicine, Enlightenment Tea, Bodhi Tree, and others, gaining much but nothing earth-shattering.
Upon his return, he planted the human-shaped divine medicine in the Immortal Mountain, irrigating it with divine spring water, hoping to revive it.
The Heavenly Court was certainly not lacking in immortal medicines. Qilin medicine, White Tiger medicine, and others matured every four to five thousand years. Ye Fan had harvested them over a dozen times, storing them all. Flat peaches, Bodhi fruits, and rare divine fruits from the Enlightenment Tea Tree had also been picked many times.
But Ye Fan particularly wanted to revive this unique human-shaped immortal medicine. So he used great means, even refining some divine essence from the already harvested Qilin and White Tiger medicines to nourish it.
Finally, he even used his own life spring divine liquid to irrigate the human-shaped medicine’s root.
Three thousand years later, a miracle occurred!
The withered root gradually showed a trace of life, finally flowing with a bit of luster, emitting vitality.
Ye Fan’s eyes were fixed, unblinking, watching the medicine. The Heavenly Emperor’s gaze was piercing; he carefully observed every new detail, seeing through the medicine’s process of regeneration.
Undoubtedly, this was of great significance to him. It could even be said to have a profound and immeasurable impact!
In the world, only immortality medicines could grant eternal youth. Watching it go from withered to life, reviving from a near-dead state, was like capturing traces of the path of longevity.
A bit of rosy light, another thousand years passed. The withered root came to life, showing strong vitality. First, it turned light blue, then crimson, then golden… finally gathering nine colors, extremely brilliant.
By this time, Ye Fan’s hair was already white and draped over his shoulders, for he was twenty-six thousand years old. But his blood and qi were stronger than in his previous two lives; at the same age, he showed no signs of decline.
Still, he was no longer young. Yet he did not rise, sitting cross-legged before this medicine, year after year, day after day, watching it sprout and take root.
Time leaped, and another four thousand years passed. The medicine’s tender shoot gradually grew into a foot-tall little person, without leaves, its entire body flowing with radiance, brilliant and dazzling, its fragrance spreading throughout the entire Immortal Mountain, shocking the Heavenly Court.
At this time, Ye Fan was exactly thirty thousand years old, finally reaching the end of this life. But his heart was peaceful, for the gains were too great!
“This medicine can be grass or tree, both in human form, quite miraculous,” Ye Fan murmured. Now it was a human-shaped medicine; in the past, at the Heavenly Court ruins, he had also seen it in human-shaped tree form.
Outside, various rumors had spread. In this life, the Heavenly Emperor had lived thirty thousand years, coexisting for over eighty-two thousand years. It was too shocking; everyone guessed he had finally reached his end.
But half a year later, within the Heavenly Court’s Immortal Mountain, blood and qi surged to the heavens. The Heavenly Emperor’s divine might covered the world, swallowing the universe and the eight borders. A powerful life force swept through and shook the universe.
This time, Ye Fan observed the human-shaped immortal medicine’s reversal from death to life, deeply moved. He comprehended the supreme true meaning and lived out a fourth life.
“The Heavenly Emperor… he has lived another life!” People felt their mouths go dry, unable to understand this.
If those from the past were alive now, they would be numb, for the Heavenly Emperor had not done this just once, but several times in a row!
But the people of this life had not experienced it, knowing only a number. Naturally, they were shocked to trembling, mouths agape.
“Four lives! Is the Heavenly Emperor truly going to coexist with the world forever?” The universe was unsettled; people trembled from the depths of their souls. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member at Wenxue to recommend it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)