The Heavenly Court was established and soon became the most powerful Dao lineage in the universe, its fame shaking the Six Directions and Eight Wilds, revered by every race!
All of this was because of the Heavenly Emperor, whose battle prowess shook antiquity and dazzled the present, writing a glorious chapter in ancient history.
He had swept through the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land with a single sword strike, slain a rising star of the seven-colored bloodline with one punch, and defeated the entire Ancient Chaos Clan...
Everyone who heard these tales was moved, bearing witness to one man's legend and his terrifying battle record.
The Heavenly Court flourished all the more because of it!
Yet Lin Fan himself felt nothing about any of this. After defeating the foremost champion of every race, he rarely walked the world anymore.
"In the Dharma-Ending Age, the years cut like knives, growing ever more merciless..." Lin Fan sighed.
The world stretched vast around him. Though invincible beneath the heavens, he could not find a single old friend. He could only pass his days cultivating, and a sense of loneliness welled up within him.
Time flowed on, heartless and unfeeling. In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed!
Lin Fan remained in his prime, without the slightest sign of age. His blood and vitality surged, and he looked no different from when he was twenty.
Yet during that time, those who had once attained the Dao, whether enemies or powerful figures he had met, passed away in meditation one after another.
Many more graves appeared in the Heavenly Court as well. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who had followed him were replaced, generation after generation.
Silence fell across the world!
Late at night, Lin Fan gazed up at the starry sky, often standing