Xiao Zi was full of worry as she questioned Dijun, whom she had just called over.
"No need to worry. Uncle Ye should be all right..." Dijun observed carefully, marveling, "I have to say, Uncle Ye truly defies the heavens. Great Dream of Ten Thousand Ages-not only has he turned illusion into reality, he has also gone from the ancient past to the present, elevating its profound mysteries. He is truly experiencing these lives, walking through ten thousand lifetimes."
Under normal circumstances, even an Immortal Artifact might not be able to injure his Heavenly Emperor Body. Yet, to walk through ten thousand lifetimes, he had woven dreams and reality together so tightly that everything had actually become this real.
After the old soldier was buried on the battlefield, laid beneath the yellow earth, Ye Fan recovered once more and began another life. This time, he became a schoolteacher, living his entire life in destitution before dying in melancholy.
Ye Fan experienced life after life, passing through dozens of lifetimes, then hundreds, spending more than twenty thousand years in this mortal world.
His identity kept changing as he experienced the boundless dust of mortal life. He had been a beggar and a king, suffered destitution and enjoyed wealth and glory, and ridden to war with gleaming weapons and armored steeds, campaigning across the world.
It was astonishing.
Eventually, they confirmed that Ye Fan should be unharmed.
Pang Bo, Ji Ziyue, the Saint Emperor's Son, and the others relaxed.
They left marks on him and departed one after another.
Yet just then, the Black Emperor did not return to the Heavenly Realm.
Instead, he summoned the people in charge of the Heavenly Court's forces stationed throughout the major star domains and impatiently asked, "Have you found the person I told you to