Volume 2, Chapter 421: Revisiting the Old Place

The next day.

A notice appeared in the streets and alleys of Kyushu, and the news spread like a gust of wind, quickly sweeping across the East China Sea, and then pouring into the other three states.

Notice from Taxian Pavilion.

The thousand-year limit has arrived. I will come out of seclusion and summon all the saints in the world to gather outside the Stepping Immortal Pavilion in a month to reward them for their achievements over the past thousand years.

All saints must participate, and the people can also watch. King Ye Ting of the East China Sea announced in the evening.

For a time, the news that King Ye Tingmu of the East China Sea had come out of seclusion spread to the ears of the world, and the whole world was shocked.

The sage set out on his journey and trekked into the Yunmengze area.

"The King of the East Sea is still here. Oh my god, I can actually see the King of the East Sea in my lifetime."

"The King of the East Sea has come out of seclusion and summoned the saints from all over the world. This means something big is happening."

"It is rumored that a thousand years ago, the sister of the King of the East Sea severed the Heavenly Road with a single sword. Now that a thousand years have passed, I think the old Pavilion Master is going to ascend to heaven, reopen the immortal road, and rebuild the immortal path."

"Xian, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Isn't that inevitable? The history books all record that at the end of the Jiawu year, the Sword King drew his demonic sword and lured the immortals down to earth, intending to kill them. Three kings fought, but were defeated. Then a woman drew her sword, beheaded the immortals, and cut off the road to heaven for a thousand years."

"The following year, hundreds of nations marched out to the mountains and seas. The Sword King struck with his sword, and hundreds of nations surrendered. He then established the Stepping Immortal Pavilion, hoping to ascend to heaven and recreate the path to immortality..."

“If I could see the saints ascend to heaven, my life would be worth it.”

As the crowd discussed, the news was also delivered to the hands of the saints scattered in the four regions.

A man with a broken arm walked out of the cave. He looked up at the sky and said, "It's been a thousand years, and I've finally waited for this."

A woman was flying across the sky, with peach blossoms dancing all around her.

"Brother Mu, it's great that you woke up."

"Master, wait for me, I'll be right there..."

In the land of Jiuzhou, the largest family at that time, the Ye family and Yecheng, countless people gathered together.

"The old patriarch is calling. Where are the sons of the Ye family? Follow me into the Stepping Immortal Pavilion and kneel down to worship our ancestors."

For a moment, the saints from the four regions all put down what they were doing and headed towards the Stepping Immortal Pavilion.

People from Kyushu also drove there just to catch a glimpse of the legendary Sword King.

On the avenue leading to the Taxian Pavilion and Yunmeng City, there is an endless stream of people, carriages and horses galloping, and the green fields and sky are filled with monks.

However, Ye Tingmu, the initiator of all this, took Jinghong away from the Stepping Immortal Palace. Jinghong took him to travel around the Yunmeng City first.

Transform into a wanderer, travel through the streets and alleys, feeling the worldly prosperity and the fireworks of the world.

Listening to the street hawking and watching the bustling crowd, everything seemed like a different world. Jinghong was jumping around, Yanran was still a child, exclaiming from time to time, with a smile on her face blooming like a flower.

For Jinghong, although the prosperity of Yunmeng City was right at her feet and in front of her eyes, she had not been there for thousands of years.

The same is true for Ye Tingmu, although the prosperous three days are even worse than the lower world.

But he had never seen such prosperity. He had always been practicing and had never traveled to any secular place.

What I face every day are the peaks of Broken Sword Mountain and the flocks of sheep that bleat non-stop.

The two of them traveled for half a day and had some snacks, then he took Jinghong to Beimang, and when they arrived at Beimang, they came to the front of this huge city.

Looking back at the time when he first entered the game, Beimang almost died several times, but in the end he managed to survive without any danger.

Beimang was the city where he had stayed the shortest in his life, not even more than a month, but so many things had happened there and so many memories.

I have also met so many people, but some of them are still here, but things have changed a lot, while some of them have passed away.

Beimang is the beginning of the Ye family’s dream and the start of everything that has led to the present day. If they had not overcome the calamity of Beimang back then, the grass on their graves would have grown to who knows how tall it would be.

The two came to a stone tablet.

It is engraved with: Tomb of Lin An, Marquis of Jiuzhou, who died at the age of 326.

He started out as a scholar, followed the King of Donghai at the age of 21, and gave him advice. He served as a junior official in Nancheng for eight years, and later entered the court...

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Jinghong said: "Brother, before Lin An died, he came to find you and said he wanted to see you, but Jian Wushu refused. At that time, he said he wanted to return to Beimang and be buried in Beimang City..."

Ye Tingmu nodded and just stood there, looking at the stone tablet from afar. At this moment, he seemed to see that Lin An was also looking at him.

Recalling their first meeting, Lin An's talent always amazed him. He had no choice but to use him at that time. He always treated Lin An differently from the way he treated Wan Jin and the others.

He always remained on guard, but in the end he did not get the betrayal he wanted, but only a pile of dry bones.

Before he left that year, he knew that he and Lin An would never meet again in this life.

Lin An is intelligent, but his talent is mediocre. Even if he uses elixirs and treasures, he can never become a saint. Being able to live for three hundred years is considered a long life.

But no matter what, Lin An was one of the first people to follow him, and since he was nostalgic, he naturally wanted to come and take a look.

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

The man was dressed in black, with a long sword on his back and long hair hanging high. He looked to be about thirty years old.

The aura he exudes indicates that he is at the level of a saint.

This person appeared and knelt on one knee.

I bow to you for compiling this.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty Live Forever."

Ye Tingmu did not turn around, but still stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Lin Anzhi's grave in front of him, and uttered two words lightly.

"Do you recognize me?"

"I recognize you. I'm so lucky. You once held me in your arms when I was little."

Hearing this, Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around, and scanned the man in front of him, looking at him carefully.

He saw a bit of Lin An's shadow between this person's eyebrows.

Then he asked calmly: "Who is Lin An to you?"

"I am Lin An's eldest son, Lin Xun."

After hearing this, Ye Tingmu thought for a while and it seemed that there was indeed such a person in his memory.

But if he remembered correctly, Lin Xun was only a child of four or five years old at that time.

"Now that you've grown up, it's rare that you still remember me?"

Hearing this, Lin Xun said solemnly: "I will never forget your Majesty's appearance even if I die."

"Get up and talk."

"Yes." Lin Xun stood up, then took out a letter from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"Your Majesty, this is my father's last letter. He told me to give it to you when I see you."

Ye Tingmu waved his finger, and the letter floated into the air and landed in his hand.

The letter has not been opened, but it has already turned yellow and is covered with traces of time.

Lin An has been dead for more than 700 years, and it is rare that this letter still exists.

He looked at the envelope and found a piece of grass nearby to sit down.

Looking at Lin An's tombstone, he smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look. Is there anything you're worried about that you want to tell me, old friend?"