Da Chu, quiet and peaceful.

On the land of Zhongtong, countless figures stand, most of them are old monks, with their own juniors.

They stood in front of the Hero's Grave, pulled out the flask, and spilled the wine.

And now next to the hero's mound, there is a tall statue, which is Ye Chen's statue, every knife and every line is a ghostly workmanship, portraying him vividly.

It's been a hundred years!

Too many people looked at Ye Chen's statue with blurred eyes.

It's been a hundred years, and Ye Chen has been gone for a hundred years.

Everyone's expressions are full of remembrance, most of them are reincarnated monks, in a hundred years, they have resumed their former cultivation and Taoism, and they have all become their own ancestors.

However, even after a hundred years of wasted years, they still remember the emaciated young man in the past, who won a lot of light for this land, and it was he who embarked on a lonely journey for this land.

"Mother, is that my uncle?" Under the statue, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked up at Haotian Shiyu.

"He's a great man in the world. Haotian Shiyu smiled, there was mist lingering in her beautiful eyes, she was reincarnated, but she didn't see her father, mother, sister Shiyue and many people in the Haotian family, now a hundred years of vicissitudes, she is also a mother, and one of the ancestors of the Haotian family and Sword Casting City.

On her side, Chen Rongyun's eyes were also full of nostalgia, a hundred years of time was like a flash, and he had long since faded away from the sharpness of the past and became a hero, and he was one of the few powerful alchemists in Dachu.

Haotian Shixue and Lizhang also came, each holding a three- or five-year-old child, quietly looking at Ye Chen's statue.

Yang Dingtian and they came across the sky and landed in front of the hero's mound.

Everyone didn't speak, they were all quietly looking up at Ye Chen's statue, Huo Tengshiyan's eyes were full of tears, Tang Ruxuan was praying with his hands folded, and they each took out the wine jug ......

The people of Yanhuang arrived, and those from the Panlong Sea also came, along with the Black Dragon Island, Dancheng, Beihai Family, Xuantian Family, the Four Great Chu Families, the Southern Chu Three Sects, the Shangguan Family, the Xiong Family, the Situ Family, the Duyun Family, the Ouyang Family, the Su Family, the Zhao Family, the Liedai Kings, and the Descendants of ......the Emperor.

They were also speechless, and stepped forward one after another, either spilling wine or burning incense.

After that, there were many people who came, most of them were Ye Chen's old friends in the past, and most of them were people after the reincarnation of the heroic soul of Da Chu who died in battle.

Also brought were young disciples from all sides.

At this moment, they were also kneeling reverently, but there were many doubts on their faces.

For as long as they can remember, they have been brought here every year by their elders to pay respects, and they don't know who Ye Chen is, until he is an ancestor who has thrown his head and spilled blood for this land.

A hundred years have passed, and a new generation has replaced the old.

Da Chu is now a hundred stars competing for the stream, and Tianjiao disciples are endless.

After a hundred years of recuperation, this land has truly ushered in the first prosperous era after the catastrophe, all parties have been at peace with each other, there has never been war in a hundred years, and the name of every force is also hung in front of the word heaven.

A hundred years have passed, and a generation of new people in the mortal world has replaced the old.

In a quiet mountain forest, there are two more tombstones on the left and right of Xiyan's tombstones, which are her father and mother, and they are also barren grass at the moment.

In a palace, the tomb of Liu Ruyan, there is no trembling old man to sweep the fallen leaves for her, only in the dead of night, there are one or two wisps of piano sound resounding between heaven and earth.

Boss, it's been a hundred years, and you're okay!

In the distance, Ye Chen's Nine Dao Bodies stood quietly, and they were accompanied by a gentle woman.

In a hundred years, they who have a free body have all become families, and they have found their love in the red world, and they will come here every year to pay respects, looking at Ye Chen's statue and stopping for a long time.

It's been 100 years!

Tianxuanmen, Donghuang Taixin quietly looked up at the ethereal nothingness.

Like her, Fu Ya and the old quasi-emperors are the same, after a hundred years, they are even older.

A hundred years ago, they saw Ye Chen off here.

A hundred years later, they still stop here and look in that direction, but they don't know that the young man is still alive.

Decades ago, Ye Chen's three thousand avatars turned into a dark mist at the same time, and from that moment on, the light in their eyes dimmed, and the clones dissipated, proving that something had happened to the deity and affected the clones.

Perhaps, Ye Chen, whom they had high hopes for, had already died, and fell exhausted in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

..........。

A black hole in space, deep and dead.

If you look closely, there is a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a speck of dust in the starry sky.

That's Ye Chen, he's not dead yet, he's still struggling forward.

Now he is already old, with gray hair, cloudy and dim eyes, and the holy light all over his body is also hidden from time to time, and there is a possibility of annihilation at any time, and every step he takes is extremely heavy.

He has been walking in this space black hole for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, he has been like a blind man, groping his way through this darkness, with no direction and no end.

A hundred years have not wiped out his belief, even though his hair is white, even if his back is rickety, but he is still moving forward, stepping on blood in the crisis, and silently persevering in loneliness.

At some point, he stopped and sat down tiredly.

He took out the storage bag, took out the only remaining three hundred spirit stones, and instantly crushed them, absorbing the spiritual power in the spirit stones.

A hundred years ago, there were more than 90 million spirit stones in his storage bag, as well as endless elixirs, but in this hundred years, he had consumed it cleanly, and there was no spiritual power to replenish this dark world, and the consumption was a little less.

Now, the last three hundred spirit stones have also been exhausted.

He was burning the Holy Blood as a supplement to his own advance.

The years have passed, the powerful holy body of the past has been tortured and devastated, and the backlash of the Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao has made his foundation on the verge of collapse at all times, and he seems to have come to the end of his life.

This time, Ye Chen may be going to disappoint you!

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, vicissitudes of life, sitting there, hanging his arrogant head, and even the dust on his shoulders had no intention of brushing it, he was like a statue, to sleep here.

Again, he got up, like an old man in the twilight, with heavy steps, into the depths of darkness.

He is walking towards the end of his life step by step, and when the Holy Blood is burned out, he too will fall, assimilated into this infernal darkness, and no one will see him off, and he will die alone.

Time flies, and every knife carved is a vicissitude.

The lonely back, even if it fell.

He was so tired, his dim eyes, flashing with dim light, the vicissitudes of life, couldn't stop shaking, there was always the possibility of closing, and everything was gradually blurred in his eyes.

Immortal Wheel Heavenly Dao, open!

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he tried his last strength and cast the forbidden secret technique of the fairy wheel eye.

However, with God's favor, a black vortex appeared, carrying the first ray of light in a hundred years of darkness and loneliness.

[Author's digression]: This is the end of the first volume of "The Edge of Immortal Fire", and the second volume of "Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains" is about to begin.

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