Suddenly.
Chen Xun said leisurely, "When my dear friend got married all those years ago, the Bai Ze you sent were very well. They had always been well. Thank you. Why did I come to save you? This alone was enough."
Zhang Yiran's expression froze in astonishment.
So that was why...
At that moment, he felt as though he had returned to those bygone years in a dream.
Boom!
"Yu Immortal Kingdom, open the gates!"
"We have come to congratulate the Dao Ancestor on his wedding!"
It was a memory far, far too distant—a verdant time of youth long since dust-sealed in the depths of time.
He had once traveled through Myriad Mountains with Uncle Bai Ze and the others, bringing congratulatory gifts to the Dao Ancestors. Amid the bustling crowds, heaven and earth were alive with celebration; falling blossoms scattered through the air, red robes burned like fire.
Now, time had drifted away like a dream, and his figure had long been dyed in the blood of the setting sun.
Yet the faint smile at the corner of his lips deepened, as though he had gathered all the obsessions of his life into the radiance of this fleeting moment. Then, there was no more sound.
He passed away aboard the World Breaking Ship.
Without struggle.
Without regret.
He passed away in that beautiful instant from his memories.
Chen Xun's gaze merely tightened slightly.
Just as it had that year, when the wind passed through the evening clouds.
Many years later, the Tai Yao Immortal History recorded:
Zhang Yiran, the Tai Yao Empress, was solitary and proud by nature. In childhood, he did not speak for ten years. He observed celestial phenomena and questioned ancient demons. His Dao heart was like iron, his ambition soared beyond the firmament.