Two Hundred Years: Fusing Immortal Ancient Methods to Create a Divine Emperor-Grade Cultivation Technique!

Aboard the Spirit Boat.

Su Linxian and Yu Yao waited, with all the imperial court's surviving descendants below them.

Xiao ran out of the crowd. He glanced back at his parents, then at the playmates he had grown up with. His eyes reddened slightly, but there was not a trace of hesitation in those pupils, one purple and one gold.

Xiao's parents stood in the crowd. His mother covered her mouth, tears streaming down without stopping. His father clenched his fists but did not stop him, merely giving a firm nod in Xiao's direction.

"Follow the Emperor Lord faithfully!"

"Xiao, the future of our Immortal Ancient Imperial Court rests entirely on your shoulders!"

Xiao stopped.

He turned and bowed deeply to his parents, his small body bending at a right angle.

"Father, Mother, your son is leaving."

"Farewell, everyone."

The Grand Elder leaned on his walking stick, his clouded old eyes brimming with both pride and reluctance to part.

"Go, child!"

"Xiao! We'll wait for you to come back. Make sure you get strong!"

"Then you can look out for us!" the children around him called out.

"Remember to come back often!"

Xiao strode after Su Linxian.

"All ready?" Su Linxian glanced at the little boy, who was still reluctant to leave, and chuckled.

"You can still change your mind."

"My lord, I'm ready!" Xiao said.

Standing aboard the Spirit Boat, Su Linxian nodded.

"In that case, let's go."

The Spirit Boat rose into the air, turning into a streak of light that shot toward the horizon.

Mu Chiyu stood beneath the silver ancient tree, her long golden dress fluttering gently amid the silvery aurora. Watching the Spirit Boat, she turned and said,

"Everyone, follow me."

"It's time for us to begin as well."

"To rebuild the imperial court."