Zhang Chen spoke with the young Human King of Great Han for a long while. Only after dawn did Zhang Chen leave beneath the young Human King's reluctant gaze.
With Zhang Chen's reappearance, the world, silent for a hundred years, boiled over once more. It had been a full century since Zhang Chen had last shown himself. Generations of mortal descendants had already risen and passed away, while Zhang Chen himself had become a figure of legend.
Now that this legendary figure had reappeared, memories stirred among all the great powers. Especially for forces connected to Zhang Chen, such as the Yellow Heaven Dao, morale soared and fighting spirit reached its peak. The people of the Yellow Heaven Dao began arranging for supplies to be continuously delivered to Zhang Chen, while the various feudal forces under the Yellow Heaven Dao swarmed toward Qingcheng Mountain like a tidal wave.
Spies from the various royal houses also slipped toward Qingcheng Mountain, hoping to gather information on Zhang Chen, this figure from myth.
Zhang Chen did not conceal his tracks on this journey. He was often seen sitting at the prow, receiving the homage of the feudal lords along the way.
This was Zhang Chen's final journey through the world. Naturally, he had to leave something behind for his descendants. This appearance alone would be enough to awe the world for another hundred years, or perhaps even longer.
The great ship sailed onward, receiving the worship of feudal lords all along its route. When they saw Zhang Chen's youthful face, their hearts were immediately filled with shock.
As for doubting whether Zhang Chen was real?
There had been no historical break in this era. Who would dare question Zhang Chen's authenticity?
The great ship thus sailed majestically toward Qingcheng Mountain.
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