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In the blink of an eye, the girl in front of him had disappeared, and ahead lay a dead end overgrown with weeds.
He paused for a moment, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes, then smiled faintly.
"They are all very, very good. Meeting them is the happiest and proudest thing in my life."
Mu Yunzhou's voice was like cotton wool scattered by the wind, drifting wisps along the country road.
He was talking incessantly in front of me.
Mu Qinghan followed behind him, listening quietly.
He walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the souls drawn out from the depths of time by words.
Moonlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the dirt road.
As Mu Yunzhou described the ingenious mechanisms in his younger brother's bamboo house, Mu Qinghan felt as if the air in front of him was beginning to distort and overlap.
It was as if he could truly see what it looked like thousands of years ago.
In front of the bamboo house, a boy wearing a coarse cloth jacket was squatting on the ground, with wood shavings on his nose and bright eyes fiddling with some little gadget.
There were piles of unfinished throwing knives nearby, their cold light flashing in the sunlight, and several seemingly ordinary stone slabs, beneath which lay "deadly weapons" capable of blowing up a whole area.
The boy would occasionally look up and shout into the distance, "Brother, do you think mine is any good?" His voice was clear and crisp.
And there's Uncle Zhang standing by the roadside, smiling and handing out sweet cakes; and in the blacksmith's shop, Grandpa Li, wielding a hammer that sparks fly, loudly instructing the young sword-wielding boys practicing...
The figures were blurry yet incredibly vivid, as if they were about to speak or offer warm sweet cakes at any moment.
Mu Qinghan's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something.
He recalled what the village elders often said when they gathered under the old locust tree.
“If a person dies, but is still remembered by others, and lives on in the hearts and mouths of the living, then they are not truly gone.”
At this moment, looking at the light of memories shimmering in Mu Yunzhou's eyes, and listening to those past events that were repeatedly described and becoming clearer, he suddenly understood.
Those who have passed away have not completely disappeared; they remain in the memories of the living and in the stories that are told time and time again.
As long as people remember them, they continue to "live" in time in another way, as vivid as yesterday.
Suddenly, the Muyun Boat stopped.
He waved his hand gently, and the next moment, the two appeared outside the village, next to the stone statue.
"Qinghan, I'm sorry for talking to you about so many trivial things."
"Qinghan, I've come to find you because I want to give you the fruits of my life's work."
"Qinghan, I am just like you, I am also a human."
"You're also human?!"
"Yes, someone who has lived for thousands of years."
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Mu Qinghan was somewhat shocked, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him.
"A human's lifespan is only a hundred years, yet you... have lived for thousands of years?"
Upon hearing this, the other person raised an eyebrow, their tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"Who said that? Aren't there people who live to be nearly two hundred years old?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
Mu Qinghan frowned slightly, his expression somewhat speechless.
"Hahaha……"
The other party suddenly burst into laughter, "That's because you're too weak."
Mu Qinghan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute.
“Don’t even mention the human race,” Mu Yunzhou interrupted him, his gaze sweeping across the void as if encompassing all things in the world.
Even if we include the demon race, the entire world is far too weak.
He abandoned his previous gentle demeanor, his tone becoming strong, even somewhat domineering.
It was as if he had returned to his former self, that top powerhouse who looked down upon the world and regarded all things as ants.
"The demon race has a long lifespan, often thousands or tens of thousands of years, but in terms of talent and comprehension, they are far less agile than the human race."
"Although the human race has a short lifespan, they are able to establish sects and gain great power within a short period of a hundred years. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages."
He paused, a hint of disdain creeping into his voice.
"However, no matter how strong they are, they can't be that strong. Among humans, the strongest is only at the peak of the Great Demon King realm, and even the Demon Emperor realm is still unmatched. Oh no, you are an exception."
His gaze fell on Mu Qinghan, with a hint of approval.
"You have broken through that barrier and become the Demon Emperor."
"He is the second person after me to accomplish this."
"In fact... you broke through to the next level at an age two years earlier than I did back then. No wonder that guy values you so much."
"That guy?" Mu Qinghan's heart skipped a beat. "You mean the Third Young Master?"
"The reason why the human race has never been able to break through the limitation of lifespan is that it cannot advance to a higher realm."
"The reason why we cannot break through to a higher realm is that this world itself has a fatal flaw."
"The universe itself?" Mu Qinghan's pupils shrank suddenly; this answer was beyond his comprehension.
The other person nodded, their tone becoming slightly more serious.
"Skill, body, and mind are originally three independent principles."
"Whether it's specializing in techniques, tempering the body, or cultivating the mind and character, as long as you can reach the pinnacle of your respective field, you can break through the limitations of the world and reach the ultimate realm."
"Because they are three completely different paths, all of which lead to the top."
He changed the subject, his tone full of regret.
"But now, the rules have changed. Only by reaching the pinnacle of all three paths and uniting them can you obtain the ticket to break through that ultimate limitation."
"Three paths... and that young master is..."
"He is special."
Mu Yunzhou's tone was complex.
"He is the only person in the world who has reached the pinnacle of the world solely through skill, and possesses unprecedented terrifying strength."
"But the price was also enormous. The moment he reached the summit, he completely lost his 'heart'. More importantly, his act of defying the heavens attracted divine punishment."
The other person's voice carried a hint of seriousness.
"Above his head, there is a huge mountain peak that is tens of millions of meters high, which is like... a giant hand that has fallen from the sky, suppressing him all the time, so that he can never be freed."
"Furthermore, only when you reach the truly supreme realm and reach our level can you achieve a leap in life level and possess an almost endless lifespan."
"With your talent, you might be able to reach that point in ten years with his help."
"But you don't have that much time, so let me help you speed things up."
"Speed up?"
"Yes, we need to speed it up."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Yunzhou's expression suddenly turned serious, and his aura instantly subsided before suddenly erupting again.
Without warning, he raised his hand, a dazzling golden light gathering in his palm, and suddenly slapped Mu Qinghan in the abdomen.
A dull thud resounded, and a vast, boundless golden magical power surged forth from Mu Yunzhou's palm like a raging river, instantly enveloping Mu Qinghan completely.
A domineering force surged directly into his meridians, sweeping through his entire body.
Mu Qinghan felt a sharp pain in his brain, as if countless steel needles were piercing him at the same time. His vision spun instantly, and his body seemed to lose all sensation.
The next moment, a powerful pulling force erupted from his body, and he felt as if his soul was forcibly separated from his body, floating lightly away from his flesh and flying rapidly towards an unknown void.
Everything around was distorting and dissipating, and the once familiar scene was swallowed by endless darkness.
When my consciousness stabilized again, the surroundings had turned completely dark, without any light or sound.
Mu Qinghan floated in this void, unable to feel the passage of time or touch any physical objects, as if isolated from the entire world, leaving only boundless loneliness and bewilderment.
Just then, a blinding light suddenly pierced the darkness, like the dawn breaking, instantly illuminating the entire space.
Mu Qinghan subconsciously squinted. Before he could adjust to the sudden light, a long spear with a chilling gleam, accompanied by a whistling sound, suddenly thrust towards his chest, its tip flashing with a deadly edge.
At the same time, in the sky, purple lightning roared and surged like a giant dragon, exploding with a deafening roar.
The martial arts fanatic, wielding a long spear, launched a fierce attack at him, but appeared utterly disheveled in the face of an incredibly sharp sword light.
To Mu Qinghan's astonishment, the sword light cascaded down like the Milky Way from the heavens.
With unparalleled power, he sent the martial arts fanatic flying with a single sword strike, blood drawing a blinding arc in the air.
Immediately afterwards, countless chaotic battle scenes flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.
There are fierce battles between two armies, desperate counterattacks by a lone individual, exquisite sword duels, and intense clashes of magic.
Countless sword techniques, combat insights, and profound martial arts principles were branded into the depths of his soul, causing his aura to surge instantly and his eyes to change from initial confusion to sharpness and depth.
The surging magical power within his body was like a volcano about to erupt, roaring and surging through his meridians, each flow making Mu Qinghan's aura stronger.
That power, originating from the depths of the soul, continued to rise, gathering from the limbs and bones to the chest, then breaking through the shackles and spreading outwards, its momentum becoming increasingly magnificent, like a monstrous wave sweeping across all directions.
When this momentum reached its peak, it was as if the heavens and earth stood still.
The next moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted around Mu Qinghan!
The golden light was dazzling, like a second sun descending, dispelling the surrounding darkness and nothingness. Wherever the light reached, even space itself rippled slightly.
Amidst the golden light, Mu Qinghan's body slowly straightened, his previously tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his aura shifted from violent to calm, yet remained unfathomable.
He slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the golden light.
His pupils, which were originally as black as ink, had now turned completely golden, like a universe containing endless stars, deep and dazzling, exuding an aura of majesty and indifference that seemed to see through everything.
It seems to have undergone thousands of years of vicissitudes and has been completely transformed.