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

Jiang Hao seemed to see those vivid faces flash before his eyes.

The silhouette of the Moon Fairy playing the zither under the moonlight, the focused gaze of the Star Child looking up at the starry sky, the way Dao Yan slowly and methodically explains the mysteries of Yin and Yang, the arrogant smile of the Golden Roc spreading its wings...

Seven thousand years.

For a powerhouse like Jiang Hao, this is merely a segment in the long river of life.

But for those of their generation who didn't reach the top, that was their life.

Many old friends have drifted away like fallen leaves in the wind.

No matter how amazing a prodigy is, or how unique their path, they will eventually succumb to the erosion of time and the various unexpected events and tribulations on the path of cultivation.

Jiang Hao felt an indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

These people were once his friends with whom he shared drinks and discussed philosophy, his comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, and his rivals who competed against him on the ancient road.

They are all gone now.

"Time flies..." Jiang Hao uttered two words softly, but couldn't finish his sentence.

A single retreat can bring back many memories.

Feng Wu looked at him and suddenly spoke up to comfort him.

"But at least, we're still here."

Feng Wu's gaze was calm and firm: "At least in this era, there are still people like us who remember them, at least... their path is still being passed down."

These words gave Jiang Hao a slight jolt.

Yes.

The deceased are gone.

Those who survive must carry those memories and continue on their journey.

A new era has begun, and a new generation of geniuses is rising.

The teachings and principles of those old friends, the brilliance that once shone so brightly, may re-emerge in this era in another form.

Jiang Hao took a deep breath, and the starlight in the sky seemed to swirl slightly.

He slowly suppressed the heaviness in his heart.

"You're right." He looked at Feng Wu, a gentle smile returning to his eyes. "At least, we're still here."

At least, the story of this era continues.

"Let's not talk about them, let's talk about ourselves."

The ancient god suddenly spoke.

"I'm preparing to shut myself off."

These words silenced the room once again.

The ancient god continued, "Having lived for over seven thousand years, my origins have begun to decline. If I do not seal myself off, my lifespan will only be a few thousand years."

The ancient god sighed softly, "My time will come soon too."

The Fighting Saint scratched his head: "Actually... I've been considering this too."

Long Hao, unusually serious, said, "If it weren't for the Great Emperor's efforts to restore the universe, we would probably have already collapsed and sealed ourselves off."

These words silenced everyone.

Indeed, if Jiang Hao hadn't sorted out the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, they would have sealed themselves off long ago.

After understanding the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the process of the world's revival was very helpful for cultivation and enlightenment, which is why they continued their cultivation.

It's been seven thousand years.

For ordinary people, this represents a change of more than a hundred generations.

For beings like them, this was a long enough time to change many things.

The Sword Demon suddenly raised his head, looked at Jiang Hao, and a long-lost fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes:

"Since we're all preparing to seal ourselves off, and who knows when we'll meet again... how about one last battle as a farewell?"

His voice was clear and resonant, echoing through the starry sky:

"The eleven of us joining forces can fight the Emperor alone."

"Let's see just how big the gap is between us now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene changed abruptly.

The Fighting Saint's eyes flashed with golden light: "Good idea, Old Jiang, let's have a fight! Seven thousand years have passed, let me see just how far you've come!"

Long Hao excitedly swayed his dragon tail: "Brother Jiang, let us witness the true power of the unparalleled Chaos Emperor!"

Feng Wu did not speak, but the seven-colored divine flame in her hand quietly ignited.

Luo Hongchen chuckled: "That's a good idea. It'll be a good opportunity to see how much the gap between us and the Great Emperor has widened over the past seven thousand years."

Little Stone Emperor, Xu Ling'er, Huang Zhan... all of them had a pure fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

That is the most primal and genuine desire of a spiritual practitioner.

Fight against the strong and prove your own path!

Jiang Hao looked at the group of old friends in front of him, the old friends who had fought alongside him and had fought each other to the death.

Seven thousand years have passed; they have changed, yet they haven't.

He smiled.

That smile held nostalgia, relief, and a warmth that rekindled the fighting spirit of seeing an old friend.

Since all his friends have made this request, Jiang Hao naturally won't refuse.

"it is good."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

In an instant, eleven terrifying auras of peak Quasi-Emperor level surged into the sky, stirring up the starry river and shaking the myriad paths!

Feng Xi, Xiao Zhanhuang, and Chu Changge trembled with excitement.

Eleven quasi-emperors at their peak join forces to challenge the current emperor!

This will be... the most brilliant and pinnacle battle of this era!

In an instant, eleven terrifying auras of peak Quasi-Emperor level erupted!

Golden battle intent, seven-colored divine flames, dragon roars shaking the heavens, sword energy soaring to the sky, demonic energy rolling, the Stone Emperor's oppressive aura, ripples in the void, savage blood energy, holy light from the heavens, the Daoist charm of the mortal world, the majesty of the God-King...

Eleven distinct yet equally peak-level Dao auras intertwined and collided in the starry sky, igniting this star field!

Feng Xi, Xiao Zhanhuang, and Chu Changge were forced to retreat repeatedly by this aura, but their eyes were wide open, afraid of missing any detail.

"It's going to fight! It's going to fight!" The little war emperor rubbed his hands excitedly.

Feng Xi clenched her fists tightly: "Eleven against one...this is a real battle!"

Chu Changge didn't speak, but the light in his chaotic eyes flickered, clearly indicating that he was also very excited.

In the starry sky, the eleven people had already spread out their formation.

The Fighting Saint Venerable made the first move!

With a long roar, the black iron rod in his hand transformed into a beam of golden light, and with a single strike, he destroyed the heavens and the earth.

"Well done!"

Jiang Hao laughed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, clenching his right fist and throwing a punch!

There was no chaotic energy, no extraordinary phenomena of creation, just a simple golden fist imprint.

But wherever that fist imprint passed, the void collapsed layer by layer, and countless cries of agony echoed!

boom!

Fists and sticks clashed!

The golden light exploded into a sea of ​​light, and the Fighting Saint was blasted backwards for thousands of miles, his tiger's mouth split open, and golden blood splattered everywhere.

But his fighting spirit burned even brighter: "That's awesome!"

Almost simultaneously, Long Hao attacked from the side.

He revealed his hundred-foot-long dragon body, his dragon claws tearing through the starry sky, the tips of his claws wrapped with the laws of the Great Dao, and he slashed at Jiang Hao's back with one claw!

Jiang Hao didn't even turn his head, and swept his left fist backward.

boom!

The dragon claw collided with the fist, and Long Hao felt as if he had grabbed a divine mountain forged from immortal gold. The dragon claw was in excruciating pain, and the entire dragon was whipped away and rolled away!

"Damn, Brother Jiang, your punch is too hard!" Long Hao steadied himself in mid-air, flicked his dragon tail, and pounced again.

At this point, the real siege began.

Behind Feng Wu, the phantom of the seven-colored divine phoenix spread its wings, and the seven-colored divine flames transformed into a sea of ​​fire that engulfed the starry sky. Each wisp of flame contained the terrifying power to incinerate all things.

The ancient god's son fully activated his divine king body, radiating immortal divine light. With a single palm strike, a phantom of a divine kingdom materialized within the palm print, while billions of divine citizens chanted scriptures to bless him.

The Sword Demon drew his sword.

It was a sword light of pure, unadulterated purity, without any frills; it was simply fast, sharp, and capable of cutting through everything!

Luo Hongchen treads upon a sea of ​​mortal flowers, each step stirring the power of the seven emotions and six desires, while the invisible laws of the mortal world coil around Jiang Hao's mind like a spider web.