That day, the starry heavens trembled, and the myriad daos wailed as they waned.
A mournful cry made heaven and earth lament... Yuhua Great Emperor had fallen in the end...
His era had passed. Ten thousand years later, a new era would come...
But who would become an emperor then?
Countless heroes emerged, watching from the depths of the starry heavens with reverence in their eyes. They were seeing a Great Emperor off to his grave.
At the edge of the universe, on a Life Planet.
In an ordinary little mountain village.
"It's New Year! It's New Year! A new year, a fresh start..."
Every household put up couplets and hung red lanterns before their doors, year after year.
Luo Yan said to Ye Ping beside him, "Enjoy the holiday with your sister. No cultivation today. Once you step onto the path of cultivation, you won't have much time for mortal festivals like these.
"To a cultivator, a year passes in a snap of the fingers, as unremarkable as a falling raindrop!"
Ye Ping nodded obediently. He could feel how swiftly time passed. Sometimes, he sat for an entire afternoon, unaware as the sun and moon traded places.
The little girl set off firecrackers and ran about with the other village children. Even Ye Ping, mature and steady as he was, joined them.
Luo Yan vanished without a sound. With a single step, he entered the starry depths far beyond this star system.
Three terrifying beings stood before him.
"An old fellow with barely any lifespan left, and you intend to stop us?" one of them asked.
Luo Yan gazed calmly at him across the entire star system. "I don't have much time left anyway. Taking one or two of you down with me would be worth it!"
"Heh! You?