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

Long Hao broke the silence first, looking at the three young people with admiration in his dragon eyes: "These three juniors are no ordinary people, they are no weaker than we were back then."

The ancient god nodded: "To be able to both step into the divine forbidden realm during battle, such talent and temperament would be top-notch even in our generation."

The Sword Demon rarely spoke, saying, "A promising talent."

Xu Ling'er said softly, "The future is promising."

Huang Zhan laughed heartily, "They're all good prospects, that's more like it!"

Being praised to their faces by so many legendary figures, the three young people were both excited and apprehensive.

The young War Emperor looked at his uncle. Although the Fighting Saint Venerable had a stern face, the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.

It was a kind of pride that said, "Look, this is my nephew."

Then everyone started talking about the old days.

"Seven thousand years..."

At this moment, Luo Hongchen's gentle voice softly rang out in the starry sky, carrying the sentiments accumulated over the years: "Thinking back to those things and those people from back then, many of them are now in the past."

These words caused a slight pause in the atmosphere.

Long Hao swayed his dragon tail gently, his eyes filled with reminiscence: "Brother Jiang, do you still remember Fairy Yuehua? The girl who always loved to play the zither under the moon, saying that the zither's sound understood people's hearts better than people themselves."

"I remember," Jiang Hao said softly.

A figure as serene and aloof as the moon clearly appeared before his eyes.

Dressed in white, she often sits alone under the starry sky with an ancient zither in her arms, the music flowing from her fingertips able to draw out the starlight.

"Her 'Moonlight Fairy Melody' was unparalleled at the time, and she once impressed all the geniuses of the world with her 'Listening to the Tide Under the Moon' at the ancient road gala."

Jiang Hao remembers it very clearly.

In the starry sky of yesteryear, the geniuses of all races held a grand gathering to discuss the Dao.

The Moon Fairy sat playing the zither. When the piece ended, the clamor of the entire star field subsided, and even the most restless fighting spirit was soothed by the music.

At that time, he sat in the crowd and for the first time truly felt the beauty and uniqueness of the way of music.

"She passed away three thousand years ago." Long Hao's voice was lower.

"She didn't die in battle, nor did she fail to transcend the tribulation... she transformed into the Dao. She said that she had pursued the Great Dao all her life, but in the end, she was assimilated by the Great Dao. On a full moon night, she sat on the highest terrace of the Moon Palace and played her last piece. Then... she transformed into the Dao and returned to nothingness."

Jiang Hao fell silent; he hadn't expected something like this to happen.

He recalled the imagery of the song "Listening to the Tide Under the Moon," where the tide rises and falls, the moon waxes and wanes, and everything eventually returns to silence.

Perhaps the Moon Fairy had already foreseen her final journey through the music.

"Returning to the Great Dao..." Jiang Hao repeated these four words softly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "I still remember her music."

This is the cruelty of this world. Even the most talented people are often in danger. Enemies, heavenly tribulations, and the Great Dao itself are all sources of danger.

The ancient god spoke slowly, his voice calm: "Star Child has also left."

Jiang Hao looked up at him.

"Two thousand years ago, while searching for the history of an ancient star that had been extinguished, he triggered a forbidden killing array that remained in the star's core." The ancient god's tone was calm, but the regret was hard to conceal.

"It's a killing formation left over from the mythological era, with terrifying power. He couldn't escape... When we arrived, we only found half a broken star chart."

Jiang Hao's breath hitched slightly.

He remembered Xingchenzi, that proud genius who always looked up at the starry sky and was obsessed with the history of every star.

Xingchenzi always said, "Every star is a forgotten ancient history. I want to record them all so that they are not truly dead."

Jiang Hao once spent three days and three nights stargazing with him, listening to Xingchenzi tell stories of those ancient stars.

Which star once nurtured a glorious civilization? Which star witnessed the great war between the celestial emperors and ancient kings? Which star faded into oblivion at the end of the mythological era?

"Where was his last known ancient star?"

The ancient god gave a location, then sighed, "That ancient star is said to be the Daoist temple of a certain Celestial Venerable in the mythological era, but later it turned into a dead star for some unknown reason."

Jiang Hao nodded and said nothing more.

He thought that Xingchenzi probably had no regrets, having died for what he was most obsessed with, on the road to pursuing the ancient history of the stars.

The Holy Son of the Demon Realm sighed softly, his sigh filled with regret: "And there's Dao Yan... the one who cultivates the Great Dao of Yin and Yang."

A figure naturally appeared before Jiang Hao's eyes: a young man who always wore a black and white Taoist robe, spoke slowly and deliberately, yet could explain the Dao of Yin and Yang with clarity and understanding. Dao Yan's Dao of Yin and Yang did not follow the conventional path; he did not pursue the balance of Yin and Yang, but instead studied how Yin and Yang could unleash greater power in a state of imbalance.

Jiang Hao spent three days discussing philosophy with him back then and benefited greatly.

"Four thousand years ago, he attempted to simultaneously operate the two extreme laws of Yin and Yang in an attempt to break through to the Quasi-Emperor level."

The Holy Son of the Demon Realm shook his head, his tone heavy, "As a result, Yin and Yang were completely out of balance, and his Dao body began to collapse from the inside... By the time I realized something was wrong and rushed over, he was already almost gone."

The Holy Son of the Demon Realm paused, then looked at Jiang Hao: "He said at the end... that he clearly had a master of Yin-Yang Dao by his side, but he himself just couldn't do it."

Jiang Hao's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

The example Dao Yan gave is him.

Dao Yan naturally didn't know that Jiang Hao was a Chaos Body, and Jiang Hao had never revealed it either. However, Jiang Hao cultivated the Taiyin Taiyang Scripture and used the Yin-Yang transformation of chaos to demonstrate and discuss the Dao with Dao Yan.

When they discussed the Dao back then, Dao Yan repeatedly asked him how he did it, and Jiang Hao taught him everything he knew, but some things... can only be understood intuitively.

"He also said," the Holy Son of the Demon Realm's voice softened, "thank you for your guidance back then, but unfortunately... he disappointed you."

Jiang Hao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The spiritual energy in the starry sky flowed slightly with his breath.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, his gaze heavy.

"He did not disappoint me. The unity of Yin and Yang is one of the most difficult paths to take. He has come a long way, which is already remarkable."

The unity of Yin and Yang is very powerful, but also extremely difficult. Throughout history, many people have failed in this endeavor, and Dao Yan is already quite remarkable.

Then, Little Stone Emperor's deep voice rang out: "The Golden Roc of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan... Eight hundred years ago, he encountered a formidable enemy in the Borderland Star Region, fought a bloody battle for three days, and was seriously injured and died."

Jiang Hao immediately pictured that unruly figure, whose speed was unparalleled among his contemporaries.

Jinpeng, the most outstanding descendant of the Golden-Winged Roc clan, can traverse galaxies with a flap of his wings.

Back then, on the ancient road, the two had many speed contests, from the tenth level all the way to the fiftieth level, with each winning and losing.

"He asked me to pass on a message before he died." Little Stone Emperor looked at Jiang Hao, a hint of emotion even appearing in his stone-like eyes.

"He said that the speed race he lost to you on the ancient road back then, the one at the fiftieth level, was the one where he was in the lead for most of the race but was overtaken by you at the end. That was the biggest grievance of his life."

Little Stone Emperor paused for a moment: "But I am also most convinced."

Jiang Hao recalled that battle. Indeed, in the competition at the fiftieth level, Jin Peng was in the lead for almost the entire time, his speed so fast that even space itself was distorted.

Finally, Jiang Hao used the secret technique of Chaotic Body Evolution to win by a narrow margin.

After the match, Jin Peng was so angry that he ignored him for three days. On the fourth day, however, he came to him with a bottle of wine and said that he would definitely win next time.

"He didn't lose," Jiang Hao said slowly. "In that match, I actually used a trick. If it were purely a speed contest, I wouldn't be as good as him."

Of course, Jiang Hao didn't use the "Xing" technique in the competition, because that would be considered unfair.

One name after another, one story after another.

Jiang Hao listened quietly.