Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 603 Extra Chapter (7) One glance at tide Yao and I fell in love; one glance at the Empress and I was doomed for life!

The Milky Way stretched out beneath their feet like dust, while distant nebulae spun slowly, like the languidly open pupils of a giant god.

This is a boundary of the endless void, where time flows at an exceptionally slow pace; billions of years are but a fleeting moment.

Lin Xiyao appeared silently, but the Emperor knew she had arrived.

Like knowing your own heartbeat.

"Shh-"

She emerged from the dust of light beside him, her moon-white skirt brushing against stardust, and those glimmers of light that had been dead for billions of years suddenly awoke, blooming into tiny, fleeting flower shadows around her steps.

"Why did you suddenly find time to come here?" Lin Xiyao asked, her voice clear and elegant.

The Emperor did not answer immediately.

He watched her approach, and she stood beside him with practiced ease, as if their first meeting had happened just yesterday.

"I have been searching for an opportunity to break through to the Immortal Emperor level all these years," he said.

The starry sky was silent, with only the afterglow of a dying star collapsing in the distance illuminating his profile in a half-light, half-shadow.

"is it?"

Lin Xiyao turned her head to look at him, a half-smile curving her lips.

Her eyes were still as bright as when we first met, but now that light contained too many things that the Emperor Taihuang could not understand.

"I thought you were with your harem of three thousand beauties."

The Emperor froze.

Those memories that he had sealed at the end of time with his supreme power suddenly burst forth.

The mortal realm, the Great Xia Dynasty, the three thousand palaces, and those... those concubines whose features always resembled hers.

then.

The Jade Emperor projected a wisp of his true spirit onto the mortal realm, intending to use it to bewitch the strange races.

嗏

Because of the backlash of cause and effect.

The Emperor Taihuang forgot the Jade Emperor, and he also forgot Lin Xiyao, who was the Empress's daughter.

then…

His clone, in a daze, established an empire and took in three thousand beauties.

Although it was done by a clone.

嗏

That was indeed him.

He has kept these memories sealed deep in his mind all these years.

now.

Ultimately, we still have to face everything.

"Fairy Xiyao." The Emperor's voice deepened, trembling like ripples in the starry sky, "You know me, my feelings for you..."

He looked up and met her calm gaze.

He could say no more.

The gap is too big.

The difference between Quasi-Immortal Emperor and Sacrificial Dao seems to be only two major realms, but in reality, it is the distance between an ant and the heavens.

The Immortal Emperor is the one who brings life to the end of the road.

The path of sacrifice has already reached true transcendence.

She looked at him perhaps as he looked at a mayfly that lives only a day – even if he admired the way it flapped its wings, how could he stand shoulder to shoulder with a mayfly?
The only time he ever confessed his feelings was during that great epochal war. At that time, he was surrounded and attacked by three strange progenitors, his immortal body shattered, and he thought he was going to die. Only then did he dare to speak his heart before his death. "Do you remember the first time we met?" Lin Xiyao suddenly asked softly.

The Emperor Taihuang paused, a ripple of emotion flickering in his eyes.

How could I not remember?

"When I first met you, I knew you would definitely achieve enlightenment and become invincible in this world." Lin Xiyao smiled, her smile filled with pure, unadulterated appreciation. "As it turns out, my judgment was quite good."

The Emperor's lips twitched slightly.

He wanted to say: But no matter what I do, I can't catch up with your back.

The final response was: "Fairy Xiyao, you... haven't changed at all."

Yes, nothing has changed.

Several eras have passed, and she remains the same peerless imperial princess.

Lin Xiyao clearly saw the pain in his eyes.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder. The gesture was so natural, as if they were still the young boy and girl traveling together back then.

"I've never changed," she said, her voice clear and melodious like shattered jade. "Xia Zi, keep going! Break through to the Immortal Emperor realm as soon as possible, and don't let me down!"

Xiaoxiazi.

This title struck him.

For a moment, the Emperor was in a daze, as if he saw time flowing backward—they had adventured together and experienced various training trials together.

The stars were so close to them then, close enough that they could reach out and pluck them to string into a necklace.

“…Okay,” he heard himself say.

They strolled through the sea of ​​stars.

She walked without a destination. The Milky Way meandered beneath her feet, and occasionally a newborn star would explode like fireworks, illuminating her perfect profile.

The Emperor wanted to speak countless times, to ask her if she knew of the existence of those concubines in the mortal realm, to ask her if she had ever... cared about them.

But in the end, he remained silent.

They walked for a very, very long time, long enough for a nebula to go from birth to death. Lin Xiyao stopped and turned to look at him: "I should go back."

The Emperor nodded: "Take care."

They made no promise to meet again, because they both knew that the Immortal Emperor's Pass might trap him for ten thousand years, a million years. And where would she be a million years from now, on the path of sacrifice?
"You too." Lin Xiyao smiled, her figure beginning to blur, turning into specks of moon-white dust. "Some memories don't need to be sealed away. Just be yourself."

As the last word fell, she had vanished.

The Emperor stood alone under the starry sky.

He stared in the direction she had left, motionless for a long time. A shooting star streaked across the distance, leaving a long, lonely trail.

this moment.

He murmured the words that had been brewing in his heart for countless eons: "One glimpse of tide Yao and my heart is captivated; one glimpse of the Empress and my life is ruined."

The sound dissipated into the void, leaving no echo.

Only the endless stars silently rotated, witnessing the most insignificant yet unforgettable moment in the long life of a quasi-immortal emperor.

He knew that after this separation, he would not take the initiative to contact her again.

Unless one day he truly reaches the same level as her.

Perhaps then, he will have the courage to finish saying what he never said back then.

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P.S.: My new book is titled "Covering the Sky: Just Became the Heavenly Emperor, What's with the Chat Group?"

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