I wanted to become... someone who could be called "great" while alive, and remembered as a "sage of old" after death.
I wanted to rise again from defeat, to sweep back in and make a comeback.
I wanted to continue the myth.
I wanted to live!
I wanted to live, no matter what I had to do...
Time was too terrifying.
It could shave down lofty mountains, dry up rivers and seas, wear away ambition, and weary heroes with hardship. It could weather an existence that had once shone with boundless brilliance into dust.
Yet history had its own inertia.
As the protagonists of an old age took their final bows, the protagonists of a new age stepped onto the stage.
The folding fan bearing a portrait of He Qingsong, ancestor of the Crane Family, had never once been opened before it was tossed into the Fountain of Youth.
He Huating, stranded in the year Yuanxi 3922, and the last remnants of his body, also dispersed forever within the Fountain of Youth.
The perfectly fine Fountain of Youth had somehow become the tomb of the Crane Family.
Burying the robes and crowns of those who came before, and the broken remains of those who followed.
Its waters were crystal clear, yet deep and endless.
Gurgle, gurgle. Gurgle, gurgle.
The Fountain of Youth bubbled violently, as though calling for something.
Zhu Lanruo glanced at it, and it immediately calmed.
At this sight, Lu Qilang's heart clenched!
Zhu Yi had drawn upon the Fountain of Youth's power of ultimate death and divine decay to battle Xingnian. Xingnian had simply gone with the flow, transforming the waters of the Fountain of Youth into a Heavenly River that filled the ravines.
Later, a mass of karmic fire burned everything away.
All the methods deployed