Time flowed on little by little. Five thousand years into the great era, an entire generation had passed away in meditation. Only the emperors remained unchanged in appearance, standing high above and looking down upon the mortal world.
The people sighed. Only now did they finally understand why ancient histories held Great Emperors in such supreme esteem. They truly stood apart from mortal dust, beings of the heavens.
Five thousand years marked a cycle of civilization, yet it was merely the beginning for a Great Emperor.
As time flowed on, the Saint Kings of this age began approaching the ends of their lives. They left their final words to their descendants, then ventured deep into the Great Wilderness to seek dragon veins and bury themselves.
Even a place as brilliant as the Big Dipper had to face its curtain fall. Figures such as Red Dragon Taoist and Peacock King were now seven or eight thousand years old. Their mastery touched the mysteries of creation, and they had attained the Great Saint Realm, leaving enduring legacies and founding sacred lands second only to the Desolate Ancient Families.
Lin Xian's steps grew more hurried still. Carrying the Human Emperor Banner, he frequently manifested across the great star domains. Even mortals saw his figure, while the Immortal Mausoleum cemetery of the Heavenly Court grew ever larger.
Ye Fan remained silent, his bearing increasingly majestic. He was no longer the young cultivator of his Big Dipper days. He truly resembled a Heavenly Emperor who had endured through eternity: a single decree from him could shake the universe and make every race bow.
The Heavenly Court's splendor reached its zenith. To say that emperors stood side by side there was no exaggeration. Emperors came and went, and Supreme Beings laughed and conversed.
"No divine dynasty