The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 1119 Reincarnation Pays Tribute, Seeking the Wilderness and Paying Homage to Ye!
As the young immortal emperor dreamt, she seemed to conjure a "little black hand," which reached into Emperor Ye's private treasury while extending its reach across the mortal realm, its hand capable of covering the heavens!
She is going to accomplish an incredible feat!
Of course, this comes with a prerequisite: a huge sacrifice.

It's like a tribute, or perhaps a cycle.

Once upon a time, in the distant past, there was a period when all the worlds were utterly desolate. The entire world had lost its brilliance, and there was only a lifeless atmosphere, with no sign of life.

It was as if some terrible war had taken place, the annihilation of the race, the destruction of the realm, the destruction of everything, the withering of all things, the death of everything, the oppressive atmosphere was extreme.

The cold wind swept across the barren land, making a howling sound, as if someone was sobbing and crying sadly, giving people an extremely desolate feeling.

After all, not only were there no people, but even the plants and trees were dead. The entire era was destroyed, the future was cut off, and all life was lost in blood and fire, turning to ashes, as if it had never existed in this world. Everything became a tragedy.

But against this backdrop, a creature staggered along, looking lost and dejected. It traversed the shattered battlefield, walked through the collapsed spacetime, and finally reached a plateau. It continued its futile and blind journey until it seemed to have lost all its strength, collapsed to the ground, and lay motionless, like a corpse.

He closed his eyes, as if wanting to let go of everything and truly die, or perhaps it was just a short nap in which he returned to the past, where his relatives and friends were all there, and laughter and joy never ceased.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the same gray and desolate world, devoid of life.

He is not without the power to restore everything in the human world... but what caused everything to happen now is Himself, who left an indelible wound deep in His heart!

He is tired.

But just when He was in utter despair, He discovered that, from some unknown time, in the boundless silence, two faint breaths of life were flickering, taking root on the plateau, taking root in the blood-stained mountains and rivers—blood that included the enemy's and His own…

This is as if declaring that nothing is over yet. Even if the world is silent, there is still a last glimmer of hope to overcome the dead end and survive into the future!

He was dazed and lost in thought.

After a long time, He stood up, composed Himself, built a small courtyard, and lived like a normal person... Although He didn't know why He did this, He was instinctively running away from the past and avoiding what He had been through.

A small courtyard was built, intentionally or unintentionally, favoring those two strands of life and bestowing blessings upon them.

It was like a miracle of life, an unexpected continuation; it was also like a manifestation of His state of mind and the path He had walked, a cycle of reincarnation, a sacrifice!

……

"...Once, all the worlds of humanity were buried, the entire era became ruins, and no one survived."

The young immortal empress Ye Qingxian seemed to return to her childhood, her big eyes wide as she listened with great interest to her elders recounting ancient secrets.

That is history that can no longer be traced back to this era; it has long been turned over and is difficult to touch unless told by someone in the know.

However, because it involves an inconceivable supreme being, and out of consideration for the revered one, most of those who know the truth remain silent, lest they one night be alone at home, stabbed more than three thousand times in the back, and commit suicide.

However, this elder in Ye Qingxian's family was unusually bold, daring to say anything, which greatly shocked the young Ye Qingxian at the time.

"Of course, for someone at that level, what difference does life and death make?"

"It seems that He has buried the entire era with His own hands, but with just one thought, everything can be rebuilt and reproduced."

"Perhaps, in the next breath!"

"In a single instant, life and death are reversed... At this moment, the world is silent; at the next moment, the world is magnificent."

"Whether it is life or death is not important... What is important is a resonance, a touch, a feeling, to enlighten the being that caused all of this, and to dispel the death in His heart."

"When all the worlds on earth perish, He alone lives, but such a solitary life is not long-lasting and will inevitably lead to self-destruction, at which point everything will be destroyed."

"There needs to be a thread connecting us, something to keep us connected, to buy us some precious time, and perhaps then we can see a turning point."

"In the end, He died, but brought new life to all worlds and ushered in a new era."

"But He will eventually come back to life!"

"Throughout the entire process, a single flower is both important and unimportant, embodying the hope of carrying on the past and ushering in the future. It is the manifestation of the 'limitless' essence within the humanity of all living beings that creature once collected, devoured, and gathered..."

"But in this era, the power of 'Wuji' is more active than ever before, and has been pushed to its limit."

"All living beings do not ask about their past lives or their future lives; they only respect this life."

"In this one lifetime, through the unique circumstances of this era, I have witnessed the myriad aspects of human life, its ever-changing nature, and its lack of a fixed form."

"This is a great opportunity and a great fortune, but it is also easy to get lost in it and lose sight of one's true self... which will eventually become a catastrophic calamity."

"However, the difference is..."

“There is an evil ancestor who can be one step ahead of the calamity and become the first to undergo it… I can see through his scheme at a glance. All those years of bitter leaves I endured weren’t for nothing!”

"Moreover, he is manipulating my domain, where all living beings in the world are born and die, and all spirits in the universe are born and die..."

"For the 'present,' the human world of the 'past' has been buried, and the world is silent... while he stands between them, neither born nor dying, a great dream flowing, bearing everything."

"Doing this is very risky; you might gradually forget everything and abandon everything."

"At this moment, a crucial touch is needed, a fairy flower swaying... Little Fairy, I have high hopes for you!"

"Me?!" Little Ye Qingxian stared wide-eyed, her chubby fingers pointing at herself, utterly incredulous. "Grandmaster, you're not joking, are you?"

"If it wasn't you, who else could it be?" the elder sighed. "After all, the Evil Ancestor and that person are still different."

"That person, when he thought of his relatives and friends, felt guilty and sad. All these emotions turned into a venomous snake that gnawed at his heart at all times."

"But when it comes to the Evil Ancestor, the situation is a little different!"

Only the Bitter Leaf Sect knows best how many Ye Fan's blood buns they have eaten, and how wronged Ye Fan really is!
Such a complex relationship made most members of the Bitter Leaf Sect dare not linger in front of the Bitter Lord.

It's not that I'm afraid it won't be effective, but that I'm afraid it will be too effective and the Evil Ancestor will raise his killing sword and cut them all down!
We need to find someone... who isn't so exciting.

"Qingxian!"

As the elder spoke, his face solemn and dignified, “Heaven has bestowed a great responsibility upon you. The heavy responsibility of saving all of humanity is now entrusted to you!” At that moment, little Ye Qingxian felt a sense of mission. Still too young to understand what empty promises meant, she was deeply moved by the spirit of “though thousands may oppose Ye, I will go.” With a serious expression, she nodded solemnly!
Two "leafs" fell into similar pits, and that's... how inheritance works!
"What should I do?" Little Ye Qingxian asked earnestly, the heavy responsibility of saving the world resting on her shoulders, and she dared not relax for a moment.

"You need to find someone..."

An elder whispered, "That's your ancient master."

"Why?" Xiao Qingxian asked curiously.

"Because he is the first person in this world to truly understand all things, and the first person after the three generations of the coffin master to achieve mastery of the pollen path!"

"Even the empress who possessed the pollen of the ancestral seed couldn't pull this off!"

When elders speak up, it's just a casual remark to "slander" a cricket behind its back.

"Although he did not walk on pollen-covered roads, he fully embodied the spirit of sacrifice and understood both the cause and the effect!"

"Through his own great Dharma of self-transformation, at the most brilliant and glorious moment of his life, he revealed the most essential secret of the pollen path ancestor!"

"This is a mystery that even the Pollen Emperor himself has not figured out."

"So, you must embark on this path to find your Desolate Ancestor... He can give you enough inspiration and inspiration."

The elder said.

"But I heard that Grandmaster Huang has not been seen in the world for a long time..." Little Ye Qingxian asked in confusion.

“It’s alright…” the elder shook his head. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way… What you keep in mind will eventually come to fruition.”

"Whether we can find it or not is not important; what matters is the process... If we can't find it now, we can go back to the past and search for it in the projection of history."

"As long as your original intention remains unchanged and your determination remains steadfast, you will eventually see the shadow of the wilderness, your paths will intersect, and you will be accompanied by the inheritance."

"With this legacy, plus a heavyweight source in your bloodline, the ultimate path of pollen has already been opened for you."

"A heavyweight source?" Ye Qingxian was taken aback.

"Yes." The elder nodded, his voice filled with pride and smugness. "Now you know, Huang is a descendant of the Bronze Coffin Master in the mortal world, a great achiever who knows the pollen path in detail..."

"And do you know that there is another great achiever on the path of pollen? Although he only knows how but not why, he did indeed take this shortcut and, under the guidance of a wise and extraordinary figure, ascended to the realm of transcendence!"

"Who is it?!" Ye Qingxian's eyes lit up, full of curiosity.

“That’s of course…your grandfather!” the elder laughed. “However, your grandfather is a bit special. He had a very serious conflict with your real grandfather…but they reconciled later.”

"Grandfather... are there genuine and counterfeit versions?" Ye Qingxian asked, a little confused.

“That’s what makes the Great Dream of Eternity so special… There’s one me in the real world, and another me in the dream.” The elder whispered, “However, the me in the dream is somewhat miserable and tragic.”

"After all, when 'I' wake up from the dream, everything in the dream vanishes and ceases to exist."

"This wouldn't normally be a big deal... but who can blame us when there's a supreme law originating from the highest being, namely the 'Great Dream of Eternity'?"

"Because of this method, and with the slightest interference from others, 'The Great Dream of Eternity' became somewhat out of control. In the end, the 'I' in the dream escaped destruction in the ever-evolving and vanishing illusion."

"However, this is hardly a good thing... because He can only watch helplessly as everything outside Himself vanishes into nothingness, unable to hold on, forced to endure endless cycles of change..."

"Driven by intense emotion, He was willing to sacrifice everything to change everything, and He clashed with the dream's owner... In the end, the light of sacrifice shattered the illusion and reality, and He stepped out of the dream, achieving ultimate sublimation!"

"Seriously speaking, He did manage to walk the path of sacrifice, even though that wasn't His original intention, and it can't be said that He studied the pollen path."

"The flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant without intention may thrive..."

"He became another special, great achiever on the pollen path, surpassing the ancestor of this path."

"You and He share a bloodline connection, so close that you will inevitably have the opportunity to touch upon His legacy and receive a gift."

"Huang and Ye, their great achievements on the pollen path may not have mattered much to them, because that was not their path... but for all the worlds, it was a feat that shook the ages."

"To obtain this merit and condense it into your Dao fruit on this path, to bear the burden of this world, to bloom amidst the intertwining of life and death, and the dream of eternity, to touch a cold, lifeless, selfless being... perhaps, that is the meaning of your birth in this era."

The elder sighed and patted Ye Qingxian's head.

"Our Ye Xiezu also needs his own plateau, and his own little cotton-padded jacket and little flower!"

Ye Qingxian nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"However, you must remember that although the pollen path is good, it has the legacy of predecessors and can take you very far... but one day, if you want to reach the pinnacle of transcendence, you still need to find your own path."

"Don't let the bright prospects of Pollen Road blind your heart, like that Dao Ancestor of Pollen Road..." the elder laughed, "Her background made her who she is, but it also bound her. As a result, she is constantly being set up and tricked, and people always manage to trap her until she is half-paralyzed..."

"Unless she can understand 'letting go,' attaining enlightenment while forgetting the original path, relinquishing external assistance, and finding a successor for the pollen path... Sacrifice is important, but it is for better continuation, and there needs to be a successor!"

"Sacrifice that cannot be continued is merely self-indulgent... Only by continuing it can we best honor this spirit."

"It's a pity that she's too deeply rooted. I don't know when she'll be able to get out of this situation... Little Qingxian, you're not like her."

"Besides the Dao Fruit of the Pollen Path, you can also condense another ultimate achievement, belonging to the Bloodline Method, and evolve another supreme Dao Fruit..."

"As for how to coordinate these two Dao Fruits, should they collide or generate each other?"

"That depends on your own efforts. Even if we could tell you the answer, it wouldn't be as profound as your own enlightenment..."

The expectations of her elders still echoed in her ears. Ye Qingxian, now grown up, smiled as she watched one Immortal Emperor after another join her plan, like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

(End of this chapter)