Great Chu, quiet and peaceful.

There are countless figures standing on the earth, mostly older monks, with their younger generations.

They stood in front of the hero's tomb, took out the wine pot and sprinkled the wine.

Now, next to the hero's tomb, a tall statue stood. It was Ye Chen's statue. Every knife and every pattern were magical, and he portrayed it vividly.

It's been a hundred years!

Too many people looked vicissitudes, and their eyes were blurred at Ye Chen's statue.

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

Everyone's expressions were filled with remembrance, mostly reincarnated monks. In a hundred years, they had recovered their cultivation and practice in the past, and they all became ancestors of the same sect.

However, even after a hundred years of wasted years, they still can't forget the thin young man in the past. He won the light for this land, and he embarked on a lonely journey for this land.

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

"He is a great hero." Haotian Shiyu smiled, with water mist lingering in her beautiful eyes. She was reincarnated, but she has not seen her father, mother, sister Shiyue, and many people from the Haotian family. Now she has been vicissitudes of life for a hundred years. She is also a mother and one of the ancestors of the Haotian family and Zhujiancheng.

Chen Rongyun was also filled with remembrance beside her. A hundred years were like a moment. He had long lost his former aura and became a hero in the country, and was one of the few powerful alchemists in Da Chu.

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 the others came from the sky and landed in front of the hero's tomb.

Everyone was silent, looking up at Ye Chen's statue. Huo Tengshiyan's eyes were filled with tears. Tang Ruxuan closed her hands and prayed. Pang Dahai and the others took out the wine pot...

The people from Yanhuang arrived, and the Panlong Sea also came. The people who came together include Heilong Island, Dancheng, Beihai family, Xuantian family, Dachu four major families, the three sects of Nanchu, Shangguan family, Xiong family, Situ family, Muyun family, Ouyang family, Su family, Zhao family, all the kings and descendants of the emperor......

They were also speechless, and they all stepped forward, sprinkled wine or burned incense.

Many people came later, most of them were Ye Chen's old friends, and most of them were after the reincarnation of the heroic soul who died in the battle between Da Chu.

Also brought were young disciples from all sides.

At this moment, they were also kneeling down piously, but their faces were full of doubts.

Since they can remember, they have been brought here to pay tribute every year by their elders. They don’t know who Ye Chen is, until he is a ancestor who is in the world and has sacrificed his life for this land.

It has been a hundred years since a generation of new people changed to old people.

The Great Chu is now full of hundreds of boats competing for the flow of stars, and the genius disciples emerge one after another.

After a hundred years of rest and recuperation, this land has truly ushered in its first prosperous era after the catastrophe. All parties are in peace and stability. There has never been any war in the past century. The word "Heavenly Court" is also hanged in front of the name of every force.

It has been a hundred years since the new generation of the mortal world has replaced the old ones.

In a quiet mountain forest, there are two more tombstones on Xiyan's tombstone. They are her father and mother, and there are also weeds at this moment.

In a palace, there was no longer the trembling old man who cleaned the fallen leaves for her. Only when the night was late, a wisp of piano sounded across the world.

Boss, it’s been a hundred years, you are still well!

Far away, Ye Chen's Nine Lords' Dao Bodies stood quietly, and there was a gentle woman by his side.

After a hundred years of free time, they all got married and found their love in the world. Every year they came here to pay tribute and stopped at Ye Chen's statue for a long time.

It's been a hundred years!

Tianxuan Gate, Donghuang looked up at the Empty Nothingness quietly.

Like her, Fu Ya and the old quasi-emperors were the same. After a hundred years of wasted, they also looked older.

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

A hundred years later, they still stopped here and looked up at that direction, but they didn't know that the young man was still alive.

Decades ago, Ye Chen's three thousand incarnations turned into mist at the same time. From that moment on, their eyes dimmed and their clones dissipated, proving that something happened to the clones and affected them.

Perhaps, Ye Chen, whom they had high hopes, was dead and fell tiredly in the boundless darkness and loneliness.

.............

Space black hole, deep and dead silent.

Looking carefully, there was a faint light in the boundless darkness, like a grain of sand and dust in the starry sky.

That was Ye Chen. He was not dead yet and was still moving forward with difficulty.

Now he is already old, with white hair and turbid eyes and dim eyes. The holy light in his body is also emerging from time to time, and there is always the possibility of annihilation. Every step he takes is extremely heavy.

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

For a hundred years, he has been like a blind man, exploring and moving forward in this darkness, without direction or end.

For a hundred years, his belief has not been erased. Even though his hair is white and his back is hunched, he is still moving forward, walking in the crisis and persevering silently in loneliness.

At some point, he stopped and sat down tiredly.

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

A hundred years ago, he had more than 90 million spirit stones and endless magic pills in his storage bag, but he had been consumed completely in this hundred years. This dark world has no spiritual power to supplement it, and it would be less to consume a little.

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

He is burning the holy blood as a supplement to his progress.

The years passed, and the powerful holy body of the past was tortured to the devastation of the backlash of the immortal wheel and the heavenly way, leaving his foundation on the verge of collapse at all times. He seemed to have reached the end of his life.

This time, Ye Chen may disappoint you!

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life. He sat there, lowering his proud head, and even the dust on his shoulders was brushed lightly. He was like a statue, trying to sleep here.

Once again, he stood up, like an old man in his twilight steps, walking towards the depths of the darkness.

He is step by step towards the end of his life. When the holy blood is burned out, he will fall down and assimilate with this infinite darkness. No one sees him off, and he will be alone until he dies.

Time flies, and every knife carved is a vicissitudes of life.

The lonely back fell down.

He was too tired, his dim eyes flashed with dim eyes, and his vicissitudes of eyelids could not stop shaking. There was always the possibility of closing, and everything gradually became blurred in his eyes.

The Immortal Wheel Heavenly Way is Open!

At the last moment of closing his eyes, he tried his best to use the forbidden secret technique of the Immortal Ring An.

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