Ye Fan held the female saint's skull and the crescent-shaped jade pendant, and handed the six pieces of the Primordial Emperor Jade to Duan De, who then held them up.

"This junior, Ye Fan, has no choice but to shamelessly enter Purple Mountain to seek an audience with the Great Emperor Wushi due to the great calamity that befell humanity!"

Rumble~~~~~

An astonishing thing happened: the massive waterfall of chaos that had been cascading down retreated, the dense Dao patterns blurred, and the aura of the Great Emperor vanished.

"This... is it because of the Holy Maiden's skull?" Zhang Lin asked in surprise.

"It could also be because of that crescent-shaped jade pendant," Duan De said in surprise.

"Perhaps, it's a combination of both," Cao Ya sighed.

Without the stimulation of the Dao Platform, the Devouring Demon Jar no longer revived on its own. It also suppressed the aura of the ancient emperor, and the heavy feeling like a starry sea immediately disappeared. Cao Ya finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that his bones and muscles were shattered and his body was almost exploding.

He smiled bitterly; even an ultimate imperial weapon that had not yet truly awakened could easily destroy a Great Saint.

It should be noted that the Devouring Demon Jar was fighting against the Dao Platform, but only a small amount of the aftershocks affected him.

"Great Emperor!" the Black Emperor shouted, and the Dao patterns disappeared as they arrived at the Dao Platform.

Immediately, the Black Emperor became agitated and couldn't help but roar.

"I knew it! The Emperor must still be alive!"

Everyone else stared blankly ahead, paying no attention to the Black Emperor.

Right in the center of the platform, a majestic figure sat cross-legged, his back to them, his thick black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

"The legendary Emperor Wushi!" the crowd murmured, repeating those words over and over.

"At the end of the immortal path, who stands at the peak? Upon seeing the beginningless Dao, all is in vain!"

This saying has been passed down since ancient times, and they experienced it firsthand.

The Great Emperor Wushi intimidated all the forbidden zones of life, suppressed all the heavens, quelled the dark turmoil, annihilated the extraterrestrial gods, swept across the six directions and eight wastelands, and was invincible in heaven and on earth!

Whenever he is mentioned, people think of strength and invincibility!

Its majesty surpasses all gods of the past and present, and terrifies countless races. The two words "Beginningless" are no longer just a name; they possess an immortal power, bordering on divinity and demonic nature.

Who knows how many tens of thousands of years have passed? Time flies, and who can still touch his relics?

But the people in front of them saw his figure, how could they not be shocked!

The two words “Beginningless” are heavier than mountains, wider than the sea, and deeper than the star field, inspiring awe in all living beings throughout the ages.

The whole world is our enemy; the whole world is silent!

The glory and loneliness of the ancient emperors was an eternal solitude, accompanied only by loneliness, with no one to keep them company.

The Great Emperor Wushi, with his back to all living beings, faces the dark forces of the past and present alone!

"Perhaps, even the Great Emperor Wushi had moments of emotional turmoil, moments when he cared for someone..." Ye Fan murmured, his eyes unconsciously reddening as he thought of An Miaoyi, who had converted to Buddhism and helped him strengthen his resolve to cultivate the Dao.

Back then, Ye Fan had planned to retire into seclusion with An Miaoyi and never concern himself with worldly affairs again.

The skull of the female saint in his hand was crystal clear and white, flowing with a strange power. At this moment, the jade pendant sank and landed on the skull, emitting a faint, faint, yet emotionally charged fluctuation.

"I... just want to follow in your footsteps, even if I can only look up at you from behind for the rest of my life."

The faint spiritual imprint trembled slightly. The saintess had been gone for countless millennia, yet this trace of her spirit refused to fade away. It was the wish she held onto until her death.

A faint spiritual imprint of the female saint emanated, causing Ye Fan, Zhang Lin, and the old blind man to tremble. What kind of sentiment was this?

"To become a Saintess, one must be a peerless goddess, surrounded by a halo, the focus of everyone's attention, and exceptionally talented. However, she abandoned everything and embarked on a journey alone, facing the cold and dark universe, constantly pursuing her goal, but ultimately failing to achieve it until her death." Cao Ya sighed.

A peerless female saint spent her entire life pursuing and admiring, just to keep up with the footsteps of the Great Emperor Wushi, but the result was regrettable.

Long years, a solitary journey, beauty fades, rouge turns to skeleton, and death rests in a desolate corner of the universe.

She lived a lonely life, and no one knows what she was thinking in her final moments—regret, sorrow…

This is a hopeless, fruitless, and doomed pursuit.

"The Great Emperor has such a thing?" The Black Emperor was astonished. He had never heard the Great Emperor Wushi mention it when he followed him in his later years.

"How can you mention such a thing to a younger generation?" the old blind man sighed.

"Emperor Wushi should keep the Holy Woman in his heart and often cherish her memory," Zhang Lin sighed.

"Did the Great Emperor Wushi really have feelings for this female saint?" Duan De asked in surprise.

"The calm of this platform says it all," Cao Ya murmured.

"Even an invincible emperor needs time to reach the pinnacle. Under the great threat of darkness, turmoil, and the supreme beings of forbidden zones, even an emperor has to extinguish his emotional ties." Ye Fan sighed. When Wushi became emperor, his divine power was boundless, his Great Dao flourished, connecting the past and present, subduing all forbidden zones of life, and becoming invincible in the universe, and when the four seas were at peace, this female saint had already passed away in the desolate universe.

On the magnificent platform, amidst the hazy chaos, the tall figure seated cross-legged on the ground remained motionless, as if it had not moved an inch since the beginning of time.

As Cao Sheng said, the fact that this skull and that crescent-shaped jade pendant could calm down the Wushi Killing Array is enough to explain everything.

"The Great Emperor is majestic, suppressing forbidden zones, ruling over all races, sweeping across the four seas and eight wastelands, invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths! However, no matter how great his abilities are, which are unprecedented and unparalleled, he cannot reverse time or change the fate of the Holy Maiden." Ye Fan sighed.

“There must be a hidden story between the Great Emperor Wushi and this female saint, otherwise the crescent moon pendant could never have calmed the Wushi Killing Array and silenced the Great Dao. Even the Black Emperor could not do this,” the old blind man sighed.

Although the great emperors of ancient times were invincible in heaven and earth, they were also tragic figures.

As time goes by, relatives, friends, and confidantes all grow old and pass away before our eyes, leaving only one person alone in the vast universe. What loneliness and sorrow this is!

"The flaws of the universe inevitably lead to this regret," Cao Ya muttered to himself. In other universes, such as Panlong or Perfect World, there would be no such regret.

The tall, imposing figure seemed to raise a hand and take the female saint's skull and crescent pendant from Ye Fan's hand with extremely light movements, conveying a sense of gentleness.

"Your Majesty, it is I, Little Black," the Black Emperor said in a trembling voice.

"Greetings, Great Emperor Wushi!" The old blind man bowed earnestly.

Duan De, Ye Fan, and Zhang Lin were no exception; they performed the grand ceremony with utmost sincerity, paying homage to Wushi.

Cao Ya also bowed.

Walking the path of the Great Emperor, without fear of heaven and earth, and without believing in gods, does not mean disrespecting the sages of the past.

The Great Emperor Wushi made great contributions to the human race and deserves their worship; this is the respect they should receive.

However, when they looked up, the platform in front of them was empty; there was nothing there.

The figure of the Great Emperor Wushi disappeared, and the skull of the female saint and the crescent moon jade pendant also vanished along with the majestic figure.

"Great Emperor..." the Black Emperor's voice was mournful.

"Perhaps it is a shadow left over from the past, possessing some of the Emperor's spirit," Duan De speculated.

Ye Fan patted the Black Emperor, but couldn't comfort him.

Even if there are traces of Daoist charm and physical presence, in the long river of time, even an invincible emperor will grow old and pass away.

Even in his later years, the emperor may encounter misfortune.

Cao Ya knew that the Great Emperor Wushi was still alive in that strange world, confronting the Immortals of the Mortal Realm, but he could not explain the source of this information, so he simply remained silent.

In any case, the aging of ancient emperors is a normal occurrence, and the Black Emperor had some idea of ​​this, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Although that hope is indeed a fact.