A sigh swept through the great age, and ten thousand years slipped away. Countless prodigies and beauties were buried in the passage of time.
Toward the end of the golden age, some geniuses who had vanished without a trace reappeared. They threw back their heads and howled at the heavens, making the final gambles of their lives, hoping to defy heaven and challenge the Dao as Lu Chen and Ye Fan had, ascending to the pinnacle of the mortal realm.
Sadly, they were merely comets, setting the firmament ablaze one after another and briefly illuminating the universe, only to meet tragic, heroic ends.
The golden age drew to a close, and silence fell over the world!
Lu Chen took on the guise of an ordinary mortal and walked alone through the boundless mortal world, traveling from one region to another. Though crowds often surged around him, he still felt lonely.
He was the reigning Heavenly Emperor who had mastered the chaos great Dao, his blood and vitality as vast as a sea of stars, his strength beyond all reckoning. Even time struggled to leave its marks upon him, yet in all this boundless world, Ye Fan was the only person he still knew.
His family and old friends had either faded into the years or been sealed within divine source. Without becoming an emperor, no one could live beyond ten thousand years.
Though he stood amid the crowds, he could no longer feel the mortal bustle of this age. Instead, he seemed to hear a call from another world, a voice from the previous era. He did not belong in this lifetime.
When he was thirteen thousand years old, Ye Fan, the only person remaining from his era, came to visit and sat with him beneath the Enlightenment Ancient Tea