Chen Qiye recalled something he had said before transmigrating: Do not take every little thing to heart, for there is nowhere to speak of sorrow.
What people sought was forgetting, because forgetting made life much easier.
Starlight gathered. Stars dotted the Long River. With a gentle sweep of her sleeve, she summoned radiance, and the road ahead would no longer be dark, but a bright, open path.
"You pity me, protect me, and guard my past. I will protect you, respect you, and hold your future in my heart."
She lit a cluster of flowers, which drifted down upon the chaotic radiance. Her voice seemed to travel through layers of time before reaching Chen Qiye's ears. "Uncle..."
Chen Qiye trembled like a cicada in winter. He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with comfort.
"You didn't forget. You still remember me."
His heart, full of attachment and reluctance, found satisfaction in Southern Ridge Heavenly Emperor's words. This journey was not a movie. We were not spectators who bought tickets and forgot everything after watching. We should strive to play our own roles well.
A wind blew over the Long River. It was the wind that annihilated the years, and it urged time onward.
If time ceased moving forward, it would be annihilated.
The flowers upstream swayed on the verge of collapse, beginning to be annihilated.
No one could stop the workings of heaven and earth's laws. Ye the Heavenly Emperor could not. Wu Shi could not. Immortal Emperor could not. Likewise, Southern Ridge Heavenly Emperor could not.
She gazed toward the Long River's upper reaches. She had not come in person; this was divine sense descending with divine abilities, crossing the ages to strike Immortal Emperor.
"Did she have a good old age?"
Chen Qiye curled his index finger into