A Thousand Years of River Tides Witness New Life; Generation After Generation, None of Us Are More Than Figures in the Scenery

My name was Pei Yuan.

People across the Five Domains might not know me.

But they had certainly heard another illustrious name: Carefree Half-Saint Pei Zai of the Northern Region Seven Stars! Yes, Pei Zai was Pei Zai, and he had nothing to do with me, Pei Yuan...

Pei Zai was a great slaughtering star on the Northern Region's frontlines.

Pei Yuan was an old Half-Saint muddling along and waiting to die in the Central Region.

Both had imprisoned themselves, both were Half-Saints, both bore the surname Pei—yet their lives could not have been more different.

This year, I was one thousand, three hundred, and sixty-two years old.

Pei Zai was not even as old as the last digit of my age.

All these people in the Dead Sea, even the Half-Saints combined, might not be as senior as I was.

They surely did not know either...

In my era, the five great absolute constitutions were not yet the five they were today.

Feng Yujin had risen late, blessed by destiny. He had sealed himself as a Holy Emperor and proven the legend through strength.

After the Seven Trees Emperor's rebirth story had failed, the most active among the Nine Ancestor Trees had still been the Firmament Tree.

The tree seed it bore became Ancestor Jinzhao. He was the Ancestor of Myriad Ancestors, gathering the thirteen heavenly flames into one body and mastering them all. He was the strongest Half-Saint, capable of shaking a Holy Emperor.

The Western Region Buddhist Sect had also retained its Holy Emperor relic. Though it hid from the world, it remained the undisputed foremost great combat sect beneath the Heavenly Ladder.

Even the Holy Spirit Hall had to give the wandering monks of that time sufficient face.

In that era, the Ten Seat Holders were