Chapter 709: End of the Year
The spiritual world is evolving on its own. Li Yuan talked about the situation with the millions of intelligent creatures he brought back to Anshan. They will be able to enter it soon, but the environment is still relatively harsh for the time being, so they asked them to be mentally prepared.
Many intelligent creatures don't care much about this.
They just want to avoid the world and practice in peace and quiet. Even if there will be internal disputes sooner or later, they will only be small fights, which are better than malicious massacres by other tribes.
As for issues such as the environment, as long as there is enough spiritual energy, with the abilities of these cultivated creatures, they will sooner or later build a vast world full of vitality.
When he walked down the mountain and saw Xuan Chi preaching to many young boys and girls, Li Yuan was slightly stunned.
This is a different world after all. Even if someone deliberately promotes the development of traces, the process and ending will not be the same as the original wish.
It's like recommending the existence of the Heavenly Palace system to Lao Zhang. Perhaps Chu Yi also wants to create another "Chinese Mythology" Heavenly Palace.
But after all, the world is different, and the evolutionary history is different. It is impossible for exactly the same characters and stories to appear. The only similarity between this alien heaven and the Blue Planet is the framework.
The same goes for Xuan Chi. Somehow, there is a force that wants to push him to become that 'thorny' character.
But Li Yuan himself is an outlier, he is both in the trajectory and outside the constant. Xuan Chi was raised by An Shan, so the direction he was pushed by Ming Ming must be different.
However, Li Yuan was very satisfied with this.
After all, the original story of the "thorn" in the Blue Star mythology is full of tragedy and resistance, and there is no need to repeat it in this alien world.
What is important is the spirit of resistance and unwillingness to admit defeat, not fixed characters.
Xuan Chi, this child who is gradually maturing, should just do his best to be the new generation of Anshan.
Smiling at the energetic children, Li Yuan went to Anyue's palace.
The peaceful century has come to an end, and the world has changed for two generations.
White clouds float in the sky, seemingly unchanging.
But in this world...the grass and trees wither and grow again and autumn comes again, and people forget their past sorrows as they grow old and are reborn.
An Yue's guards have been replaced batch after batch. Now the young and strong men guarding the hall are braver than before, and even each of them has some skills, but Li Yuan's appearance is no longer recognizable.
Compared with the previous two generations, they had seen the real appearance of the mountain god less often, and had only seen the appearance of this "ancient immortal god" in paintings and temples.
Yes, to Anyue, who has been passed down in the human world for several generations, Li Yuan can be regarded as an ancient figure.
The mortals who had experienced certain things with him have all been buried in the loess and in the years, leaving behind those popular stories that have been passed down to later generations.
Even Anyue's officials have been replaced for more than two or three generations, and now Li Yuan can no longer recognize a familiar face.
I still remember the day when Anyue founded the country, the concerted efforts of the emperor and the gods, the deep night under the fireworks, the night with cold wind, carrying the visions of millions of people; every drop of tears and cheers were filled with the desire for rebirth after suffering.
Today, Anyue has entered a period of prosperity. The gods are still there, the emperor is immortal, but the people have already changed for several generations.
From now on, I am afraid that I will never see those people who immediately react and happily shout "Mountain God" when they see me...
After all, they have become a tombstone and a pile of soil, and perhaps even their names only exist in the memories of their descendants.
Without greeting these "strange" guards, Li Yuan just shook his head and smiled, dispelling the slight feeling of things having changed and walked into the palace invisibly.
Emperor Anyue's hair was turning white, and even if he could use elixir to extend his life for a hundred years, it was time for him to grow old.
He did not wish for immortality, he was just worried that Anyue's descendants would not be able to withstand the suffering of the catastrophe and that everything would be turned into nothing.
After all, he had personally watched as every brick and tile of Anyue was built, and there was too much emotion contained in it.
Even though Ji Lin practiced cultivation, he was still very old and looked almost the same as Emperor Anyue. If others saw him, they would not be able to tell the difference between father and son.
This made both the father and son feel quite strange, but they couldn't help but laugh out loud, finding it very interesting.
On the contrary, Ji Xiu, who became a ghost immortal, has gained immortality and no longer has to worry about his life span.
When Li Yuan met these two men and one ghost, both of them were filled with emotion and talked a lot.
"I have a feeling that when the catastrophe comes again, it will be the time for me to sacrifice myself for Anyue."
Emperor Anyue smiled calmly, with no fear of death in his eyes, but rather a kind of inexplicable desire.
Having personally seen off one generation of imperial grandchildren, and watching the great-grandchildren enter prosperity and carry on with Anyue's spirit... this majestic emperor also felt a sense of tiredness.
"The Emperor of Dongji died thirteen years ago. This guy still couldn't survive me."
Emperor Anyue was filled with emotion, recalling every detail of the Demon-Suppressing Pass in his mind.
That emperor was also a man of great ambitions. It was a pity that the two of them should not have been born in the same generation, let alone established a friendship, otherwise unification would have come long ago.
But both sides cherish this hard-earned friendship.
Today, the imperial power of the distant Dongji Kingdom is in turmoil and civil strife continues. I am afraid that when the catastrophe strikes again, this powerful cultivation nation that has fallen into chaos may be completely destroyed.
"Alas, humans are like this. Once we get old, we always like to reminisce about the past."
"Lord Mountain God, look at you, you still look like a young man. We 'mortals' can't compare to you, hahaha..."
Emperor Anyue teased his friends and offered Li Yuan a drink to apologize.
He talked a lot today, his body was a little hunched, his body was covered with age spots, and his cloudy eyes no longer had the domineering and self-confidence of the past. The complex expression on his face was a remembrance of his magnificent life.
The elderly Ji Lin also raised his glass. This century-old prince also had many feelings.
And Ji Xiu's expression was even more complicated. He felt that he might have to bid farewell to his father and third brother with his own hands, just like he had bid farewell to his elderly wife and children with his own eyes.
If he had a choice, he would rather not have this path of eternal life without any relatives. Growing old with his wife and children, and being buried in the earth with the one he loves, is the destiny of a "person".
But his father and An Yue still need him, a ghost immortal who does not need to rest, who works day and night and can share a lot of things.
For the sake of his people, Ji Xiu must hold on.
During this conversation, Li Yuan spoke very little and spent most of the time listening to the father and his two sons.
Their cause and effect can be linked back to more than a hundred years ago. Those past scenes, from hardship to prosperity, all seem to be replaying in their minds.
Li Yuan had a premonition that this was a farewell.
It is true for Ji Yu and his two sons, and it is also true for myself...
This century of peace has come to an end, and the catastrophe that has been suppressed for a century is about to come back.