Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

However, Lu Qingxuan, being aloof and generous, did not hesitate. She simply lowered her head slightly and replied softly:

"Mr. Jiang is joking. However, if that day ever comes, I will certainly inform Mr. Jiang."

These words were tantamount to acknowledging the relationship between the two. Zhang Bo chuckled to himself, clearly already aware of it.

Jiang Hao nodded in satisfaction: "Good, good. Seeing that you two are successful and get along well, I'm relieved."

The group chatted for a while longer, and Xiao Fan briefly recounted his experiences over the past century, omitting countless dangers and only mentioning some interesting anecdotes.

Jiang Hao mostly listened with a smile.

The group then discussed cultivation, with Jiang Hao listening and occasionally interjecting a word or two, always hitting the nail on the head and leaving Xiao Fan and the other two deep in thought.

We drank two pots of tea, and the sun gradually began to set in the west.

Knowing that Elder Jiang preferred quiet and disliked being disturbed for long periods, Xiao Fan stood up and said:

"Elder Jiang, I have some matters to attend to, so I won't disturb your peace any longer. If you ever need my help in the future, no matter where you are, just send me a message, and I, Xiao Fan, will do my utmost."

Zhang Bo and Lu Qingxuan also got up to say goodbye.

Jiang Hao also stood up, patted Xiao Fan on the shoulder, his tone gentle yet carrying a reassuring strength:

"Go ahead, the road ahead is long, take it one step at a time, and remember to stay true to yourself."

"We will remember this." Xiao Fan and the other two bowed again.

Watching the three walk out of the teahouse, merge into the crowd, and gradually disappear into the distance, Jiang Hao sat down again and poured himself a cup of tea.

A century has passed, and the little ones have all grown up.

Xiao Fan's character remains unchanged; he is grateful and repays kindness—that's good.

With Lu Qingxuan joining hands with him, the future of the White Deer Clan is promising.

Zhang Bo is also a kind and honest young man. Seeing them like this, he feels that his journey through the mortal world has not been in vain.

He stood up and walked outside.

……

Mountains and rivers, grass and trees, cities and villages, the four seasons cycle, Jiang Hao's steps are unhurried, he has traveled to many places, seen many landscapes, and encountered all kinds of people and things.

Sometimes he would build a hut in the mountains and stay there for several years, watching the clouds and listening to the rain. Other times he would mingle in the marketplace, chatting with peddlers and laborers, experiencing the most ordinary aspects of life.

And so, time flowed by silently, and three thousand years passed.

Three thousand years is an unimaginable long time for mortals, but for the vast heavens, it is only a period of time that is neither short nor long.

Enough for some dynasties to rise and fall, enough for some sects to shine and then fade away, and enough for some geniuses to rise and then fall.

Over these three thousand years, Jiang Hao's Dao Fruit body, that body that entered the world in the form of old age, finally reached the end of his life.

One day, he traveled to the depths of an ancient mountain range in the Eastern Wilderness, where few people ventured, and found a quiet cave.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no vortexes of spiritual energy; everything was accomplished in an extremely natural process.

Jiang Hao sat cross-legged, his breathing gradually subsiding, like an old tree in hibernation.

The wrinkles on his skin gradually smoothed out and faded, and the silver hairs on his head turned black inch by inch, starting from the roots.

His hunched back straightened, and his withered flesh regained its vitality.

His figure shrank silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the person sitting cross-legged in the cave was no longer the old man with white hair and a youthful face, but a child who was about five or six years old.

The toddler was wearing an obviously oversized gray cloth robe, with the sleeves and trouser legs rolled up several times.

The child slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and pure, like the cleanest spring water in the mountains, yet carrying a profound and tranquil quality as if it had endured for millennia.

Jiang Hao looked down at his fair and tender little hands with chubby dimples, then raised his hand to touch his smooth and delicate cheeks, a rare look of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

"Is this what I looked like when I was a child? It's been so long!"

"Reincarnation, transformation, and rejuvenation—experiencing the cycle of life through the fruits of the Tao—this experience is indeed extremely profound."

"It felt like time had reversed, or like standing at the starting point of another dimension of life; it was quite novel."

Jiang Hao stood up, his oversized robes trailing on the ground.

With a slight thought, his Taoist robe automatically shrank and fit him perfectly, transforming into a well-fitting children's shirt.

He took short strides to the cave entrance, looked up at the lush green forest and vast sky outside, and gently exhaled.

Having experienced the trials of life, I have entered a completely new phase.

In these three thousand years, the outside world has never been peaceful, and Xiao Fan's name has become increasingly renowned.

After he became a saint, he did not slack off; instead, he grew at an even more astonishing speed.

Explore the path to becoming an emperor, battle in the starry sky, compete with unparalleled geniuses emerging from all the heavens and myriad worlds, and hone your skills time and again on the edge of life and death.

His Qiankun Body became increasingly extraordinary, his understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was unfathomable, and his combat power was terrifying, making him virtually invincible among those of the same level.

He is widely recognized as one of the most outstanding individuals in the world, and his reputation as the number one prodigy of the Big Dipper has long been known throughout the heavens.

However, this era was not his stage alone.

Just as Xiao Fan was shining brightly, a peerless genius emerged in the Dragon Realm, named Long Huang.

This child possesses unparalleled bloodline power, having received some ancient inheritance from the depths of the Dragon Realm. He is also exceptionally talented and possesses extraordinary combat prowess.

He and Xiao Fan seemed to be natural rivals, clashing fiercely from their first encounter on the Imperial Road, and continuing for thousands of years thereafter.

The two clashed repeatedly in various secret realms, ancient battlefields, and even the starry arena, and it was always difficult to determine who was superior.

The rivalry between the two became the most eye-catching spectacle of the era, attracting the attention of all races and beings.

They fought their way up from the Saint Realm to the Saint King Realm, then both broke through to the Great Saint Realm, and finally both broke through the barriers to step into the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

Moreover, his profound foundation and formidable combat power far surpassed those of ordinary quasi-emperors, shocking countless older figures.

Jiang Hao naturally heard about these things during his travels.

When he first heard the name Long Huang and his feat of competing with Xiao Fan, he also stopped and gazed in the direction of the Dragon Realm.

"Another true dragon has emerged in the Dragon Realm. Not bad. Judging from his battle record and growth trajectory, this Long Huang's bloodline talent is probably no weaker than Long Hao's back then."

The four great realms of Dragon, Phoenix, Demon, and Heaven are, apart from the Origin Realm, the most favored places by heaven and earth, always nurturing all kinds of amazing geniuses throughout the ages.

"However, having rivals and pressure is actually a good thing for Xiao Fan."

The two strongest young quasi-emperors of the era were like two dazzling suns, illuminating this great world.

Countless people are speculating about which of the two will take that final step first and become an emperor.

However, a cruel reality is before everyone: the traces of the Heavenly Demon Emperor have not yet dissipated, the Heavenly Heart still has a master, and the path to becoming an emperor remains blocked.

This left countless people who had hoped they would create a miracle feeling deeply disappointed.

The day of enlightenment has not yet arrived; we must continue to wait, and various things may still happen.

Jiang Hao's childhood travels were peaceful yet filled with wonder.

He saw the world from a completely different perspective as a child.

He used to play with real children in the village, and together they would use a fire poker to cut down roadside flowers and grass.

This was also an activity that Jiang Hao loved to play when he was a child in his previous life. He grew up in the countryside and often did this on his way home from school.

Back then, I felt like the best in the world just by holding a broken stick.

Later, when I grew up, I realized how silly and childish I was. It was just a fire poker, what use could it be?

When he saw the fire poker again and picked it up, he felt once again that he was still the best in the world.

Back then, I had a feeling about myself. Now, I am indeed the best in the world, but I don't seem to have that feeling anymore.

He was also mistaken for a lost toddler and wanted to be taken in by kind-hearted people.

More often than not, he wanders alone in the world, experiencing the purity of the earliest stage of life.

Time continues to move forward.

Another four thousand years have passed.