Suddenly.
Chen Xun said leisurely, "When my dear friend was married back then, those Bai Ze you sent were very well. They have always been very well. Thank you. Why did I come to save you? This matter alone was enough."
Zhang Yiran's expression froze in astonishment.
So that was why...
At that moment, he actually felt as though he had returned to those bygone years in a dream.
Boom!
"Yu Immortal Kingdom, open the gates!"
"We have come to congratulate the Dao Ancestor on his wedding!"
That was a memory far, far too distant—a youth already sealed beneath the dust of time.
He had once traveled through ten thousand mountains with Uncle Bai Ze and the others, delivering wedding gifts to the Dao Ancestor. Amid the bustling throng lay a world alive with celebration; falling blossoms scattered through the air, and crimson robes blazed like fire.
Now, time had drifted away like a dream, and his figure had long since been stained crimson beneath the setting sun.
Yet the smile at the corner of his lips deepened, as though he had gathered every obsession of his life into the radiance of that single fleeting moment. Then there was no more sound.
He passed away within the Boundary-Breaking Boat.
There was no struggle.
There was no regret.
He passed away in that beautiful instant within his memories.
Chen Xun's gaze merely tightened slightly.
Just as it had back then, when the wind swept past the evening clouds.
Many years later, the Grand Demon Immortal Annals recorded:
Zhang Yiran, the Grand Demon Later Emperor, was proud and aloof by nature. As a child, he did not speak for ten years. He observed celestial phenomena and questioned ancient demons. His Dao heart was iron-hard, his ambition soaring above the vast