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

At this moment, ripples spread through the void, and a figure slowly emerged.

The crimson dress spread out like flames in the starry sky, and as the skirt swayed gently, it seemed as if the phantom of a phoenix was flowing around.

As Feng Wu stepped out of the void, her appearance remained as stunning as it had been seven thousand years ago. Time seemed to have left no trace on her face; only the majesty and serenity in her phoenix eyes hinted at the passage of time.

This is the characteristic of the Phoenix Clan. Although they are no longer pure-blooded immortal spirits, they still possess the necessary characteristics.

In fact, many special races and special physiques, at the same level, generally live longer than ordinary races and ordinary physiques.

She stopped in front of Jiang Hao, and their eyes met.

The starry sky seemed to stand still at that moment.

The Fighting Saint's hearty laughter, Long Hao's excited words...

All sounds seemed to recede into the distance.

Feng Wu looked at Jiang Hao quietly for a long time.

Too many emotions flashed in her eyes.

There was a sense of disorientation, nostalgia, restraint, and a touch of tenderness buried deep in my heart.

Seven thousand years have passed, and this person who once occupied a special place in her life, this person she had silently followed, looked up to, and was moved by, is now standing right in front of her again.

"have not seen you for a long time."

She finally spoke, her voice soft, yet filled with a range of emotions.

The words "long time no see" were spoken very softly, yet they landed heavily in the hearts of the two people.

Jiang Hao looked at the woman in front of him, his gaze softening.

He remembered the Phoenix Clan's prodigy from seven thousand years ago, who always followed behind him with a cold face, didn't say much but always helped him at crucial moments.

I remember her stubborn figure, covered in blood, determined to stand in front of him in that desperate situation.

I remember one moonlit night, when she handed him a healing fruit, her fingertips trembled slightly as she touched it.

"Long time no see, Feng Wu." He called her name softly, his voice much gentler than usual. "How have you been?"

Feng Wu nodded slightly; this simple gesture possessed a unique beauty when she performed it.

She had so much to say. She wanted to ask him if his seclusion over the past few thousand years had gone smoothly, if he had been doing well all these years, and if he had ever thought of his old friends.

But in the end, all the words he wanted to say were reduced to a smile on his lips.

"It's alright." She said softly, then paused, looked at Feng Xi standing next to Jiang Hao, and her voice softened unconsciously, "Xi'er is naughty and has caused you trouble."

Feng Xi quickly ran over, took her aunt's arm, and whispered, "Auntie, I've been a very good girl..."

Feng Wu patted her head, but her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao looked at the aunt and niece and smiled: "She is very sensible, lively and cute."

These words brought a hint of nostalgia to Feng Wu's eyes.

She recalled her younger days, when she always wore a cold expression and was indifferent to everyone except for the person in front of her...

"Yes, being lively is good," she said softly, with a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

Looking at Jiang Hao, she suddenly recalled a certain dusk seven thousand years ago, at the end of an ancient road, when he had said to her, "If one day I attain enlightenment, I will make sure that this world is free from the suffering of forbidden zones."

He has done it now.

Feng Wu took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and regained the composure befitting the ruler of the Phoenix Realm: "Xi'er, thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

Jiang Hao shook his head: "She is very sensible and has excellent talent. Given time, her achievements will be no less than yours."

These words made Feng Xi's eyes light up, and she clung to her aunt's arm, shaking it: "Auntie, listen, the Emperor is praising me!"

A smile appeared in Feng Wu's eyes, a smile that softened the dignified air between her brows, making her look more like an ordinary elder who was proud of her niece.

"Then you must work hard and not let the Emperor down."

"Um!"

Seeing Feng Xi nod vigorously, Jiang Hao and Feng Wu exchanged a smile.

That smile contained the tacit understanding that comes with the passage of time, the warmth of reuniting with an old friend, and a trace of emotion that was hard to describe but truly present.

Everyone present could see and knew that there was a special relationship between the two, unlike that of others.

The Fighting Saint touched his chin and grinned.

Long Hao raised an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look.

A gentle smile flashed in Luo Hongchen's eyes. Gu Shenzi nodded slightly. The Sword Demon... the Sword Demon remained expressionless.

Some feelings don't need to be spoken.

Seven thousand years have long since settled everything into its deepest form.

And at this moment, to be able to stand side by side like this, exchange a few words, and watch the younger generation grow up...

Perhaps, this is the most precious reunion in the long years.

These words brought a faint smile to Feng Wu's eyes, a smile that contained a hint of nostalgia, a touch of emotion, and something else that was hard to define.

The last one to emerge was the Heavenly Emperor.

He was clad in platinum divine armor, his face still as handsome as a god's, but the innate arrogance between his brows had settled into the majesty of a middle-aged man.

He looked at Jiang Hao, remained silent for three breaths, and then bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to the Great Emperor."

This bow was very deep and solemn.

The scene quieted down.

Everyone knew about the feud between the Emperor and Jiang Hao.

Back then, the Heavenly Realm Supreme attacked Jiang Hao, but was killed in retaliation. Then, the Heavenly Realm Ancestor died, forcing the Heavenly Realm to seal itself off. That was a blood feud.

Seven thousand years later, the emperor once again stood before Jiang Hao.

"Get up," Jiang Hao finally spoke, his voice calm. "The past is the past."

Jiang Hao doesn't hold grudges; he usually settles his scores directly. And he has already settled his scores with the Heavenly Realm.

The emperor straightened up and looked at Jiang Hao with a complicated expression.

At first, he harbored resentment towards Jiang Hao, after all, Jiang Hao's battle with the Heavenly Realm Ancestor led to the Heavenly Realm Ancestor's death and the Heavenly Realm suffered heavy losses.

However, the Heavenly Realm was indeed at fault, and Jiang Hao even let the Heavenly Realm off the hook.

If it were someone with a strong desire to kill, the Heavenly Realm would be truly in danger.

So he gradually stopped hating him and instead began to admire Jiang Hao's actions.

Suppressing forbidden zones and regulating heaven and earth are both good deeds that benefit all beings.

He took a deep breath: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

At this point, all twelve top geniuses from Jiang Hao's era had arrived.

The Five Overlords of the Origin Realm: Fighting Saint Venerable, Ancient God Child, Sword Demon, Fallen Mortal, and Jiang Hao.

The Seven Heroes of All Realms: Long Hao, Feng Wu, the Holy Son of the Demon Realm, Little Stone Emperor, Xu Ling'er, Huang Zhan, and the Emperor.

Eleven Quasi-Emperors at their peak, the most outstanding beings of this era, have gathered in this starry sky.

Looking at the eleven old friends before him, Jiang Hao felt a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

The top talents of their generation actually had good relationships.

Apart from the emperor, whose relationship with everyone else was rather ordinary, everyone else was a rival and friend who competed with each other but also respected each other.

Of course, this harmony is also largely due to Jiang Hao's personality.

Cheerful and generous, with strong abilities.

Back then, if anyone was arrogant and unconvinced, a beating would do the trick. Once they were subdued, we could sit down and drink and discuss things.

At this moment, seven thousand years of time seem to settle upon these people from the past.

They remain powerful and outstanding, but their brows now bear the marks of time and the wisdom that comes with age.

The three young people stood aside, watching this scene, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

Feng Xi blinked as she observed the subtle atmosphere between her aunt and the Emperor.

Little War Emperor couldn't help but laugh when he saw his uncle, Battle Saint Venerable, looking at the Great Emperor with that "You're awesome, but I still want to fight" expression.