Chapter 895 - 250: He Walked Through History, Witnessed Myth

Chapter 895: Chapter 250: He Walked Through History, Witnessed Myth

Li Yuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed at himself.

This year, Ji Hu was forty-nine years old; as the strongest in the world, he should exert all his efforts to find a way to extend his life, even if he couldn’t find one, living another thirty or forty years shouldn’t be a problem.

Heaven and earth, all living creatures, what do they have to do with Ji Hu?

Even he, Li Yuan, gave away that Colorful Horned Snail, not necessarily with good intentions.

He just wanted to save Yan Yu.

So, he wanted to take up this heavy piece named Human Emperor and throw it into the abyss, to exchange one piece for another, to let one die and another live, that’s all.

"What a foolish son..."

He held the old man, smiling and smiling, and suddenly closed his eyes, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the old man’s wrinkled face.

After a long while, he raised his hands and handed the old man’s body over to Wu Ya.

Wu Ya took the body to the tomb, and Li Yuan followed behind.

In the tomb, he watched the old man be buried in the coffin, but everyone knew, the Human Emperor was dead, the Divine Tomb could not resurrect the dead.

Li Yuan looked at the quiet woman guarding the tomb, Xiaozhao also looked at him, they gazed at each other in silence.

A few days later, he retraced his steps along the long road by himself.

Immortality... is it bitter?

No, of course it’s not bitter, because immortality allows experiencing all kinds of human lives.

Even if the heart temporarily withers, pause for a moment, just pause for a moment... and it will be fine.

The young man walked alone in the icy snow, after a long time he let out a heavy sigh, and then stubbornly muttered to himself: "Immortality, not bitter."

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...

East Sea Immortal Realm.

East.

Amidst clusters of purple air, an ancient hall as majestic as a mountain stands, all the deep Broken Void has been mended.

The towering doors are pushed open.

An eleven-person team, partnered by the Supreme Profound Sect and the Five Spirits Alliance, sets forth again.

Terrifying Blood Demons come head-on, these Blood Demons have grotesque gathered flesh all over their bodies, their hardness has surpassed the level of Life’s muscles.

In fact, any one Blood Demon is enough to easily destroy a Li Ping’an clone.

The method used by these eleven people is also very ancient, they let Li Ping’an’s clone attract the Blood Demons, while they attack from the side.

After all, without using trump cards, they find it extremely laborious to directly kill a Blood Demon.

"I really don’t know how these Blood Demons were formed; but looking at these Blood Demons lately, they all seem to belong to the same tribe," a man in a Golden Robe remarked.

The others had already noticed this.

These blood-soaked monsters are all Third Grade Top Level beings, and they all look similar, as if people from a certain tribe came here, but then they all went mad, becoming mindless Blood Demons.

However, this ancient hall has existed for an unknown amount of time, and to any life, the hall is a tomb deep in the Inner World, so how could there be a tribe inside?

A suspenseful atmosphere arises.

Nevertheless, no one spoke further, there were too many strange happenings in ancient times, they couldn’t know or research each one, what they could do was cultivate quickly in this ancient hall, and advance rapidly to the legendary Second Grade.

In this space, besides the massive influx of Spiritual Qi from outside, there is also a special, indescribable force. The Sect Leader and Sect Leader’s Gate have already detected this force, and they begin trying to absorb it, then gradually explore a path to a higher level.

Soon, they quickly found a place near the door in this brilliantly dazzling, vast ancient hall.

Li Ping’an was responsible for using his clone to lure away the approaching Blood Demons.

But a clone, after all, is not flesh and blood, sometimes it couldn’t lure away special Blood Demons.

So, the use of cannon fodder becomes evident.

In the past, the East Sea Immortal Realm didn’t have so much cannon fodder.

But now it’s different, the Human Ancestral Land has idiots willingly rushing to be cannon fodder.

Three days and nights later...

The cultivation of this group of people seemed to have reached a limit, and their long stay seemed to be attracting something from deep within the ancient hall.

The eleven left normally.

As they walked, a charming woman looked back at the depths and said: "This should be the Ancient Life Hall."

The crowd agreed.

A man with a stiff face, accompanied by three tall Puppets, rasped: "I wonder if there are Human Fruits in the depths here, if we could obtain them, forget Second Grade, even First Grade could be expected."

"Take it slow."

Another said, "First retreat from here, there’s plenty of time in the future."

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...

By the roadside of the Yellow Springs, glamorous red flowers have bloomed, unknown since when.

Many people are dragging their footsteps, walking on this road.

These are indeed the citizens who died over the past decades.

The souls of the citizens have not gone to Reincarnation, but have reached the Underworld, becoming Ghost Souls.

But... the Underworld has no Reincarnation.

Therefore, they have no direction.

However, as the Ghost Souls increase, they become a tide.

A tide has direction, naturally, so does a ghost tide.

The tide pushes every deceased person far away, no one knows where they’re heading, they are all numb, just mechanically stepping forward following the direction of the person ahead, closely following, not wanting to fall behind.

Amidst this ghost tide, an ugly man paused, but soon, he too walked into the ghost tide, becoming an insignificant speck of light within it.

The swaying, roaring Yellow Springs calmed down again.

On a lavish coffin, a woman in a blue skirt sits at the head of the coffin, she seems to have just woken from some nightmare, her eyes vacant, looking afar, muttering, "Yuan... Yuan..."

The coffin sails like a boat, skirting and missing the ghost tide.

The ugly man had his view blocked, he didn’t see the coffin.

The woman in the blue skirt on the coffin naturally didn’t look at the tiny Ghost Souls in the ghost tide.

She is now the Supreme Ruler of the Underworld.

But she too has her troubles.

She clings tightly to the last thread of memory left, day after day, year after year, muttering.

"Yuan... Yuan..."