He Comes From a Thousand Years Ago

The sky suddenly became dim.

Deep within the firmament, Ye Fan vaguely saw a massive bronze gate, around which strange branches entwined, with countless carved exotic beasts perched upon it.

Their expressions were ferocious, their eyes filled with wrath, as if glaring at all latecomers who dared to gaze directly upon this gate.

On the gate, two orbs, one black and one white, intertwined, emanating an ancient will.

This gate was named "Yong Heng."

The meaning of "Yong Heng" was eternal, everlasting. Even before Tong Zi controlled this world, "Yong Heng" had always existed.

"Yong Heng" was the "one-way gate" of this small world; powerful individuals could escape its shackles to reach a larger world.

Even when Ye Fan used his "Ling Tong Zi" to observe this bronze gate, he gained nothing.

From this, it could be seen that opening this gate would undoubtedly come at an immense cost.

For now... it seemed not to be the time to pay that price.

...

Before his eyes.

It was late autumn, and the land was desolate.

A cold wind suddenly swept through.

On the arena, which had been deserted, an old man suddenly appeared before Ye Fan.

The old man's body was hunched, yet he invisibly exuded a unique domineering aura; even Emperor Jing Tai seemed somewhat inferior compared to him.

A strong sense of oppression also emanated from the opponent.

Although the old man held nothing in his hands, his presence was like an immortal sword just unsheathed, his demeanor extraordinary, making others dare not look directly at him.

...

Ye Fan's two illusory figures drew closer and closer to the hidden gate in the sky.

Ye Fan even felt that with just a raise of his hand, he could open this gate, gain the power of ascension, and break through to the Dao Integration Realm.

However,

Upon seeing the both familiar and unfamiliar face before him, Ye Fan fell silent.

A name slowly emerged in his heart.

"Blood Demon Patriarch?"

Doubt flickered in Ye Fan's eyes, but it was all concealed by the white fox mask.

"Ling Tong Zi."

...

The Blood Demon Patriarch he had met not long ago in the desolate temple in Taizhou City had only possessed an Eighth-rank Xiantian cultivation base, but now, he was actually!

"Late Stage Dao Integration!"

What on earth had happened?

This was the first time Ye Fan had encountered an existence with a realm completely identical to his own.

Even Ling Tong Zi seemed to have been deceived.

The Tong Zi in the sky was too powerful, but he seemed unable to personally descend into this world, only able to send avatars, intimidated by Ye Fan's might and daring not to act, waiting for death.

But now...

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The Blood Demon Patriarch's voice became melancholic.

"A thousand years later, things have changed, but who would have thought that only this 'Yong Heng' gate remains unchanged..."

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A thousand years, the gate...

Indeed, he too could see this gate.

In the primordial chaos of heaven and earth, with three thousand Great Daos, cultivators who reached the Dao Integration Realm were those who had seen the true principles of the world, only then could they see the gate leading to the true world.

This also meant that the continent where the Da Qian Dynasty resided was merely a corner of a small world.

The Blood Demon Patriarch, from the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect, which had been annihilated by the imperial court three hundred years ago, had suddenly transformed into an extraordinary figure.

However, the Blood Demon Patriarch was indeed the Blood Demon Patriarch.

Ye Fan had a clearer understanding of the capabilities of "Ling Tong Zi."

It seemed that the range of "Ling Tong Zi's" discernment also had its limits.

...

Ye Fan asked:

"Who... are you?"

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"This humble one... Wei Xian..."

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"Wei Xian..."

As these two words were uttered, Ye Fan suddenly recalled when he had pretended to be a god and ghost to deceive Emperor Jing Tai in the Da Qian Ancestral Temple. Who would have thought that the Blood Demon Patriarch, whom Emperor Jing Tai considered the greatest threat that day, was actually the founding ancestor of Da Qian.

This world truly felt like a joke.

Seeing the opponent's strength, Ye Fan's suspicion towards this name had dropped to its lowest.

...

"It's that man again..."

The onlookers had long been stunned by one surprise after another. Now, with the reappearance of this earth-shattering name from a thousand years ago, many people's eyes were filled with absurdity.

"The founding ancestor of Da Qian?"

"Him?"

"Why is it him..."

"Didn't he ascend long ago, leaving Da Qian..."

"It seems that the continuous disappearance of powerful sect experts over the past thousand years is not unrelated to him..."

"What do we do now, what do we do now, that man has returned!"

"..."

Someone sighed, "Is it really Wei Xian? Why does it feel like... he came from a thousand years ago..."

...

Wei Xian looked at this beautiful land, undoubtedly the precious asset he had strived for his entire life.

He slowly said:

"At this time, if you are willing to ascend and leave, I will protect you."

"But if you still wish to do some 'other things', I fear you will also have to be like this old man, forever stuck in this Late Stage Dao Integration."

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Ye Fan smiled, grasping the part Wei Xian had intentionally emphasized in his sentence.

"What exactly are these 'other things' you speak of?"

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Wei Xian's expression was serious, not joking at all.

"Heaven and Earth are unkind, treating all beings as straw dogs... But what's wrong with being a dog... Survival is the most important thing..."

No one knew what the Da Qian ancestor, who once annihilated countless sects with a single sword, had truly experienced... only to reappear before the world with the appearance of such a defeated man.

These words, once uttered, even made people suspect if he was an imposter.

The title Sword Immortal, unblockably sharp.

The Wei Xian of yesteryear was even more like a sharp sword just unsheathed...

...

However.

Ye Fan understood clearly.

Now,

In Wei Xian's eyes, this world was naturally no different from in his own eyes.

From the peak of this cultivation pyramid downwards, layer upon layer, no one could escape...

And "survival" meant abandoning one's own power, becoming an ordinary person in this mortal world, and continuing to live.

Submitting to the will of the Tong Zi outside.

Wei Xian had chosen to obey "fate."

However.

Ye Fan... was very special.

He was probably the only one in this world who was not implicated; after all, even the Eight Trigrams furnace before could not confine his existence. He had enough confidence.

This muddy water held no meaning for him.

In fact, Wei Xian, who was advising him now, had even deeper intentions.

Wei Xian was the one who had continuously grown under the Ancient Qin Dynasty, eventually overthrowing it and establishing the Da Qian Dynasty. The current Da Qian Imperial Family were all his descendants.

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Ye Fan shook his head again.

"I originally didn't want to be enemies with anyone, but now someone wants to be enemies with me... If I pretend not to see, then what is the point of this cultivation base?"

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"In that case... you... can die now..."

Wei Xian let out a sinister cold laugh, unwilling to discuss this seemingly foolish yet intelligent question further.

"If one can be human, who would want to be a dog."

"If I hadn't returned from the other side of Yong Heng, how could I have become so weak?"

Wei Xian pointed to the sky, standing tall and proud, and then another cry of "Sword, come!"

The killing intent between heaven and earth immediately became apparent!

In the distance, a cold light shot forth!

Wei Xian looked at Ye Fan and said faintly:

"It seems a thousand years later, we must finally decide who is truly the number one under heaven."

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