Nine Secrets: Ying

A morning mushroom knew nothing of the moon's waning and waxing; a cicada knew nothing of spring and autumn. An insect's lifetime of song lasted no longer than a season, and all living beings struggled to cross the same sea.

A civilization's history held countless joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, and epic glories, yet it spanned only five thousand years.

Even the Human Dao Supreme, who had roamed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and swept across the universe, could live only a little over ten thousand years.

A million years was far too long. It was an epoch, an age in which no one knew how many Great Emperors might arise.

The idea was absurd. Ye Fan told it as a joke.

Lin Xian, however, was utterly serious. He produced brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, then demanded that Ye Fan sign and seal an agreement on the spot.

"Ye Fan, the sacred son, has the makings of an Immortal Emperor."

"I believe you'll live a million years!"

Lin Xian said solemnly, "Not to become an immortal, but to struggle through the mortal world for a million years and wait for your return."

"Here. Sign this."

"Master Lin, stop messing around." Ye Fan rubbed his forehead. Had Lin Xian become addicted to getting signatures lately?

He was about to refuse when Lin Xian said casually, "Sign it, and I'll teach you the Great Void Art."

"The Great Void Art!" The two Ji Family members exchanged strange looks. It was one of their family's most closely guarded inheritances. Even gifted disciples of the branch families had no chance to learn it, yet now it was being handed over so easily?

Ye Fan was both startled and delighted. He looked toward a spot on the mountain behind them, knowing that more