The today you waste is the tomorrow longed for by those who died yesterday. The present you despise is the past your future self will never return to…
“I must go. No one is more suited than me to stop this calamity!”
Under the cold, dim starry sky, in an age of endless silence, an emotionless voice echoed.
At the far end of the starry sky was darkness—eerie and ominous—devouring the dimensional barrier beyond.
The dark turmoil buried countless heroes. Infinite heroic spirits returned to dust, leaving behind only legends of unmatched brilliance.
Lin Luochen walked across the void, his figure tall and powerful, enveloped in divine light, blood and aura surging, yet carrying endless loneliness and sorrow.
He rose from ruin. He revived from destruction.
Behind him, Yun Wangshu’s cold starry eyes trembled. Her entire figure was covered in mist, illusory and ethereal.
“No… you’ll die…” Her voice was soft and magnetic, beautiful to the bone.
“Die…”
Lin Luochen stopped. His back looked desolate. Then he smiled—a sorrowful, bitter, painful smile.
“When I was framed, had my Supreme Bone dug out, and my Dual Pupils gouged, where were you?”
“When I was condemned by the world, humiliated by the masses, where were you?”
“When my cultivation was abolished and my tendons severed, where were you?”
“When I became the enemy of all, my meridians shattered, sealed forever in the Nine Nether Death Star, where were you?!”
“And now you say I’ll die if I do this… I already died long ago… died in your repeated coldness and indifference…”
“You were one of the strongest of your era. I was your disciple. I never asked you to shield me, but whether I did those things or not—you knew the truth!”
Lin Luochen looked back. His eyes were deep as if they could pierce through time itself, yet showed no sorrow. His voice was icy, devoid of feeling.
What remained… was endless mockery.
Yun Wangshu’s lips moved. She wanted to speak but couldn’t. Her heart was torn by an agonizing pain.
The female Emperor, the strongest of her generation, now felt powerless.
“Master… no, Female Emperor, I return this life to you. I will walk this path. In the next life, may I no longer be your disciple…”
Lin Luochen gazed at the collapsing dimensional barrier and the eerie aura that sent chills down the spine. He knew if he didn’t stop it now, everything would be lost.
He stepped onto that path of no return. As he neared the barrier, the strange aura rushed at him. His eyes moistened.
“Let the world witness…”
“The final Sacred Body!”
His voice thundered across the universe, echoing in every creature’s ears.
Sacred blood boiled within Lin Luochen’s body as he forcefully reached his ultimate state and pierced through the heavens into the world beyond the stars.
“A lowly human—just a speck of dust!”
A terrifying voice echoed from beyond the realm, eerie and horrifying, shaking the universe and chilling the soul.
“I’ve already lost everything. All I have left is the will to fight. Even in death, I’ll make you pay!”
Lin Luochen’s final words came from beyond the cosmos, filled with the resolve to die.
His forehead glowed with sacred light, and a tiny figure sat cross-legged above it.
That figure resembled Lin Luochen—it was his past, present, and future self. Above his head hovered the divine. Shining with immortal radiance, it bloomed outside the realm!
…
Sacred blood stained the starry sky. Countless ancient figures turned pale.
The dawn of light broke through the darkness. The powerhouses tainted by misfortune awakened and ceased fighting. Lin Luochen had succeeded, but he too vanished, his traces lost to the world.
“That’s the coldest joke I’ve ever heard—a speck of dust trying to fill the sea, a blade of grass daring to split the sky. Pitiful. But I’ll return, bearing the weight of the past.”
The icy voice slowly faded. In the void beyond the stars, a glimpse of red hair flashed—and nothing more.
Lin Luochen’s act shocked the entire universe. From that day on, he never appeared again. He sublimated in a glorious battle and faded from history.
The cosmic war came to an end. Endless stars shattered, entire rivers of stars turned to dust.
Ancient domains lay in ruins. Survivors cheered—they had made it through the most chaotic era!
In such a grand age, billions perished. Countless heroes became earth and ashes. But there were those who fought to the end and sang their battle songs.
Lin Luochen fought for the human race to the very last drop of his sacred blood. He unleashed the might of the extreme path, his merits unmatched. His name would be immortalized through the ages.
Under the cold, dim starlit sky, a woman walked out—stunning enough to eclipse the sun and moon, to darken mountains and rivers.
Yun Wangshu, a female Emperor of her era, breathtaking and unreal, like the reincarnation of a goddess. Her slender neck, radiant skin, luminous eyes, and divine charm captivated the world.
Her figure was tall and graceful, her hair glossy like silk. Her beauty unmatched. Yet her starry eyes shimmered with tears.
But her flawless form bore many injuries from the Great Dao. She had burned herself out while facing the three Dark Supremes.
“Luochen…”
Yun Wangshu gazed toward the sky. As she watched the sacred blood fall like rain, she knew Lin Luochen was gone.
She stared blankly into the void, lost in thought… wishing she could stop what happened, but powerless to do so.
Time passed. Yun Wangshu looked to the sky, her lips trembling, “In this life, I failed you. We were never meant to be…”
“If there’s a next life, I wish to be a flower… blooming by your side.”
She closed her starry eyes, refusing to let her tears fall…
The origin of darkness was sealed outside the universe. Under the female Emperor’s leadership, the chaos was quelled.
…
Time flowed like water. The dark era had passed for ten thousand years. Lin Luochen’s name echoed across the universe, and people praised his heroic deeds.
Some said he defied all ages, resolving the root of darkness and never returned.
Others claimed he perfected his Sacred Body, but fell to some misfortune in old age.
But his brilliance… would never fade.
…
In a forgotten land stood a crumbling ancient sect. The space was narrow. A green lamp flickered weakly before a Buddha statue, as if it could go out at any moment.
Cobwebs covered the sect. A woman in white sat cross-legged on a meditation mat like a statue, like a puppet with her soul drained.
“Creak—”
The broken bronze door opened. In the dim light, a flawless and ethereal face was revealed. Black-haired, dressed in green, born with jade-like bones, brimming with divine grace—she was a beauty beyond imagination.
“You’ve come…”
The white-robed woman’s voice was gentle, like a breeze, like a phoenix’s cry—filled with sorrow.
The flickering light bathed her face. She looked unsurprised, as if she’d long known the green-robed woman would come.
“Clang—”
A silver spear pierced the air, pointing straight at the white-robed woman. The tip exuded immortal energy, almost tearing the world apart.
“You knew I’d come!?” the green-robed woman said coldly. Her voice was ethereal, like heavenly music. “Then did you ever think about your own end?”
Under the dim light, the white-robed woman remained silent. The cold tip pressed against her delicate neck, but she didn’t react. Instead, she gently stroked something with her jade-like hand, eyes full of tenderness.
The green-robed woman saw the oil painting she held, and her pupils trembled.
In the painting was a youth in white—elegant, ethereal, handsome like a banished immortal.
It was Lin Luochen.
The green-robed woman’s lips trembled. Tears welled in her phoenix eyes, “Junior brother…”
“The first time I met him was in this very sect. He didn’t even reach my waist, frail and filthy, clutching a dirty bun…”
“When he saw me wake up, he broke off a small piece of the bun and asked, ‘Big sister, do you want some?’”
“His eyes were so clear, like countless stars. I’d never seen eyes like that before. They seemed to illuminate the chaos of the world…”
“I looked into those eyes, at his pitiful state, and my heart softened…”
“I asked him, ‘If you had unmatched power, what would you want to do most?’ He said, ‘Then I could eat delicious buns every day.’”
“I asked, ‘Anything else?’”
“He said, he wanted to make sure no one ever went hungry like him again…”
“Have you ever thought about ruling an era?”
“He refused. He said if possible, he wanted to use all his strength to protect those most important to him.”
“How ridiculous. Such words from a child… but he really did it. Yet behind him, there was no one left…”
Crystal tears fell, splashing on the ground and rippling. The white-robed woman laughed at herself, “I am the strongest of this era, an Emperor. How could I cry?”
“Tears… I’ve forgotten what they are…”
The green-robed woman fell silent. In the dim light, tear stains could be seen on her flawless face, “What’s the point of telling me all this?!”
“In life, he was doubted and betrayed. Now dead, you say you regret it. But will he return? All the injustice and suffering he endured were caused by you… and me…”
This unrivaled spear-wielding immortal’s hands trembled. She couldn’t even hold the spear steady.
The white-robed woman gently touched the boy’s face in the painting, full of longing. The sect sank into silence.
“You were my most outstanding disciple. Now you’ve reached the Half-Emperor Realm. Kill me. Take my place as Emperor.”
She wiped her tears away. Her black hair danced, revealing her breathtaking beauty—so stunning it could dim the moon and stars.
But… her spirit was gone. Only sorrow remained. Looking back at the past, she was left to face divine solitude alone.
Only one Emperor could exist in an era. An Emperor’s path was forged through blood. She had no choice. If she did, she would’ve ended it long ago.
The green-robed woman’s spear let out a sharp cry, her form peerless and untouchable.
Seeing the white-robed woman lost in regret, a flash of pain crossed her face.
In the end, she withdrew the spear, turning away, “I only came to seek justice for my junior brother. Not everyone is like you—devoted only to the path, ignoring everyone else!”
“Master… what a pitiful, ridiculous title…”
She turned and left, vanishing into the wind.
The white-robed woman lowered her head. Crystal-clear tears fell on the painting, blurring the youth’s face.
But… was it his face? Or hers?
Blood dripped from her lips. She smiled faintly, carefree yet resolute.
“Xing’er, the moment you stepped into this sect, everything was beyond your control…”
Her Emperor’s blood hit the ground. The world trembled. Were it not for her restraint, a single drop could destroy a realm.
She could no longer hold back. She embraced the painting tightly, as if she were holding the youth himself. Tears fell from her pale chin like rain.
She cried out in grief, “I don’t want to be Emperor anymore… I just want him back by my side…”
Ten thousand years of solitude had tormented her endlessly. The pain of longing surged like a tide.
Suddenly, the green-robed woman appeared again at the sect door. Seeing the white-robed woman in agony, she said, “Forcefully passing on the throne will kill you. You’ll vanish without a trace!”
Her voice was agitated, angry… and complicated.
“He’s gone… He’ll never return. He can’t protect me anymore.”
The white-robed woman’s voice trembled, “I have nothing left in this world.”
“You…” The green-robed woman’s body trembled. Meeting those sorrowful starry eyes, she was speechless.
She slowly crouched down, gently embracing her with delicate hands, “Master… why must you suffer this much?”
Losing Lin Luochen, Yun Wangshu was in no better state. Her path of emotionless cultivation shattered. Though still an Emperor, she was empty inside.
“Cough… cough…”
The white-robed woman coughed blood. Her starry eyes full of sorrow, “I’m leaving first. I’m sorry to leave you with all this.”
She poured all her Emperor cultivation into the green-robed woman using supreme techniques. Her vitality faded.
“You… stop the transfer!” the green-robed woman trembled, “Don’t forget, his shadow is in your path to Emperor!”
“He paved that path with his life. If he knew you did this, how would he feel!?”
“Exactly because of that… I must go. Without me, he’ll be alone again…”
She forced a weak smile—so faint, yet enough to dim the world and overshadow sun and moon.
She had once been the most beautiful in the Northern Dipper Star Region…
“Xing’er, do you know?”
“I never wanted him to be a savior…”
“I just wanted him to always be…”
“That little Luochen… following behind me, whispering… eat it… eat it…”
She gently stroked the green-robed woman’s flawless face, then closed her starry eyes and passed away…
Her body began to transform into Dao.
Slowly… she turned into countless points of light, dazzling like stars—yet full of sorrow and solitude.
At that moment, anomalies erupted—heaven wept, earth cried, blood rained. A generation’s Emperor had fallen, and the world mourned.
…
On a small hill before the sect, two simple graves stood out under the setting sun. The nameless tombstones whispered of pain and loneliness.
Some things can’t be spoken… and shouldn’t be forgotten. Once turned into words, they are no longer what they once were.
“What remains in the deepest memories are always those fleeting things…”
“Just like remembering someone—it’s often not because of how good they were. Maybe after many years, you can’t even recall their face…”
Beneath the sunset, a green silhouette stood—stunning and breathtaking, yet filled with endless loneliness, “The heavens are now at peace… but something feels missing…”