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"Same...it's been many years..."

The very old Shen Fengzi continued to reply, speaking a little out of breath.

Although Wang Zhifan had expected this, he still felt hit hard. He was silent for two seconds before continuing to ask:

"How many years have passed since I left?"

Faced with this question, Shenfengzi frowned and thought for a long time with his eyebrows white and few remaining hairs, and then slowly answered:
"Eighty years? Ninety years? One hundred years? I... can't remember clearly..."

He shook his head slightly, as if he felt that the question was too taxing and gave up thinking about it carefully.

Wang Zhifan knew that Shen Fengzi was not trying to fool him, but that he was too old. He was at least 140 years old, and the fact that he was not completely confused and could still hold a conversation was already a sign of being a god.

Just at this moment, the tall girl whom Shen Fengzi had called to get something came back with a small, old mahogany box in her hand, and handed it to Shen Fengzi, who was sitting hunched over on a recliner.

"Master! I got the box!"

The girl said in a clear voice.

But Shen Fengzi did not raise his hand to take the small box. Instead, he looked up at Wang Zhifan next to him and curled his lips:

"give him."

"Really? Ling'er remembers that you, the Grandmaster, value this box very much... Now I'll just give you one at random..."

Upon hearing this, the girl spoke with some resistance and did not immediately give the box in her hand to Wang Zhifan next to her.

But Shenfengzi was unusually angry when he saw this, and his voice became louder and faster, and he coughed continuously after he finished speaking:

"I'll give it to you when I tell you to! I've been waiting for so many years! All I have to do is complete this task! Ahem…"

"Master!"

Upon seeing this, the girl quickly stuffed the small wooden box in her hand into the hands of Wang Zhifan next to her, and then hurried behind Shen Fengzi to give him a back massage to help him breathe.

So Wang Zhifan had a small mahogany box in his hand. He lowered his head slightly to look at this thing, which was made of exquisite materials and workmanship, but exuded an old smell, and suddenly felt that it was a bit heavy.

"Open it... She asked me to leave it for you... It's been... Many years..."

A few seconds later, Shen Fengzi found Wang Zhifan standing in front of him holding the box but not opening it. After feeling a little better after the girl massaged his back, he started to urge him.

"Let's talk about it later..."

Wang Zhifan shook his head after hearing this and did not intend to open the tightly sealed wooden box immediately.

In fact, with his perception, he already knew that there was a letter in the box, a thick letter that was about to age. If he wanted to, he could even read the contents of the letter through the box, but he did not do so because of a little guilt and confusion in his heart.

"Where is her grave? I want to go see her."

Holding the sealed box containing the letter, Wang Zhifan finally told Shen Fengzi that he planned to leave.

Although he had many questions to ask this man who was over a hundred years old, the old man's fatigued state and his current mood made him not interested in exploring those trivial matters.

Shen Fengzi seemed to have expected him to ask this question. He immediately raised his hand slowly and pointed to the west, and said:

"Three hundred and twenty miles... the Imperial Tomb."

"Thank you."

After getting the answer, Wang Zhifan's figure instantly disappeared in front of the two of them and went to the imperial tomb.

Ling'er, the girl who was still massaging Shen Fengzi's back, was almost startled when she saw this, and asked in a surprised tone:
"Master, why did that strange man suddenly disappear? Is he also a cultivator?"

"Ha ha……"

Shenfengzi, who was enjoying the back massage, shook his head and responded in a teasing tone:
"Whether he is a cultivator or not... Grandmaster doesn't know...but Grandmaster knows...he is the biggest...heartless person in the world."

"An unfaithful person? What is an unfaithful person?"

When the 28-year-old nun heard this, her curiosity suddenly became stronger, because she had never come across this word which was not in the Taoist Canon.

But no matter how she asked, Shenfengzi did not answer her question. Instead, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself:
"Finally... I have waited for this... I have finally... lived up to your trust... I am leaving now... without any regrets..."

At the same time, in the mountains west of the royal capital, Wang Zhifan had found the imperial mausoleum and easily found Rouche's tomb.

Because her tomb is of very high standards and is located in the most conspicuous position, it seems to have been built to imperial standards.

"The Empress of Dafeng is so gentle..."

After looking at the inscription, Wang Zhifan was sure that this was the tomb he was looking for.

So he walked to the tombstone, stretched out his right hand, created a bouquet of white roses out of thin air, and gently placed them on the steps of the tombstone.

At this moment, he had mixed feelings in his heart, a lot of guilt and helplessness. He wanted to say something, but felt that it would be redundant to say anything.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he slowly opened his mouth:

"Sister Che, I'm here to see you... Although I'm late, I still have to say thank you for your hard work over the years."

As he spoke, he mustered up his courage, pried open the tightly sealed mahogany box in his hand, carefully took out the yellowed letter inside, and began to read.

"My husband, I haven't seen you for a year. Are you doing well? My son is already learning to walk..."

The beginning of the letter was written in the gentle and clear style that Wang Zhifan remembered, lively and generous, expressing her longing for Wang Zhifan and her joy that their child had learned to walk.

This is the content recorded in the first year, and it is also the one with the most severe handwriting aging.

Later, he wrote down what Rouche wanted to say to Wang Zhifan in the form of one paragraph per year, which lasted for more than 40 paragraphs and amounted to 100,000 words. From these words similar to the annual book, Wang Zhifan felt the breath of time, felt Rouche's mental journey, and knew the many troubles she encountered.

For example, if a child is naughty and doesn't like to study, there is a disaster somewhere in the empire, someone has started a rebellion somewhere, someone has reported that General Feng Xian has rebellious intentions...

The operation of the entire empire depended on her, a young woman. Fortunately, she had a group of loyal and capable ministers to assist her, which enabled the entire Dafeng Empire to develop steadily.

After reading it later, Wang Zhifan finally knew the cause of Feng Xian's death.

It turned out that when Feng Xian was about fifty years old, he thought that he had worked hard and made great contributions to suppressing rebellions in various parts of the empire, and he began to think, "A real man should not be depressed and inferior to others for a long time." He really started to rebel.

At that time, Rouche had already retreated behind the scenes, and her and Wang Zhifan's son became emperor and ruled the empire, but his level of rule could only be described as mediocre.

However, Feng Xian had been operating secretly for many years and had a strong army and horses. His own strength was also very strong, which put the Dafeng Empire in a precarious situation for a time.

At the most dangerous moment, Feng Xian even led his army to approach the imperial capital. Rou Che, who had practiced martial arts since childhood and had a high level of skill, had to personally lead the army to escort the emperor's son to evacuate, which resulted in him being injured by Feng Xian who was pursuing him and affected his lifespan.

It was at this time when Feng Xian was most proud and closest to controlling the world that he suddenly died, causing the rebels to quickly collapse and the Dafeng Kingdom to continue.

There were many different opinions about the cause of Feng Xian's sudden death. Some said he died of an acute illness, and some said he was poisoned. But in fact, he was killed by his own master, Shen Fengzi.

Why Shen Fengzi wanted to stop his most valued disciple from conquering the world and even went so far as to kill him is almost a mystery.

But no one could deny his loyalty and contribution to the empire. Later, he was named the first generation of imperial teacher by the emperor, and the emperor allowed him to preserve part of Feng Xian's bloodline and accept Feng Xian's descendants as his disciples.

"Shen Fengzi is proficient in divination. I guess he predicted that I would come back, so he couldn't let Feng Xian seize the throne. Otherwise, not only would Feng Xian die, but many people would be implicated, and even his lineage would be cut off... Of course, it could also be that he cares about the people and doesn't want the war to continue and cause suffering."

After reading this secret, Wang Zhifan tried to guess the real reason why old man Shen Fengzi killed his own relatives for the sake of justice. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this man was extraordinary, able to see into the future and make correct judgments.

Rouche wrote a lot more in the latter part of the letter, but there was very little mention of her personally. It mainly recorded the situation of their offspring, such as who was the most talented among the grandchildren, and which child was the smartest and cutest among the great-grandchildren.

In addition to the direct descendants of Wang Zhifan and Rouche, the letter also mentioned the descendants of Wang Zhifan and Rouche's dowry maids.

Although these descendants had no chance of getting involved in the imperial power, they also enjoyed wealth and glory, and many of them became officials in the empire, spreading the bloodline of Wang Zhifan's branch.

At the time the letter was recorded, the total number of descendants of the branch had exceeded 30,000.

From this part, Wang Zhifan also understood that the middle-aged emperor he saw in the palace not long ago was actually his great-grandson.

As for his emperor son, his tomb is next to Rouche's tomb.

The emperor's grandson should still be alive, but he has abdicated due to old age and handed over the power of the world to his young and strong son.

"Why is it that all my descendants have average life spans, but only Shen Fengzi can live so long?"

Wang Zhifan also thought about this question, and finally could only infer that Shen Fengzi was an exception in this world.

The reason is that he can see that Shen Fengzi's cultivation level is unmatched by any other local in the world and is at a unique level.

At the end of the letter, Rouche knew that she would not live long due to her old age and old injuries, and expressed her regret that she might not be able to see Wang Zhifan again.

She also said clearly that she had developed hatred towards someone, hating him for not coming back once in all these years, leaving her a widow for the rest of her life at such a young age. If they meet in the underworld in the future, she would definitely not let him off easily and would let him taste the power of her fist.

It was also in this part that Wang Zhifan discovered some traces of tears. Perhaps that was the accusation of the lively and cheerful Rouche at the end of his life.

"Sister Che... I want to revive you! Let you confess to me in person!"

Wang Zhifan, feeling that he had let Rouche down all his life, decided to make amends. He immediately mobilized his power and planned to resurrect Rouche, who had been dead for many years.

If one wants to resurrect someone who has been dead for at least thirty years, relying on the reversal of time is definitely not possible. Since Wang Zhifan does not have such a powerful time-related ability, he chooses to accomplish it through the identity of a ghost messenger.

But after activating the power of the Hades Messenger, he found that he could not communicate with Rouche's soul. The will of the underworld told him that the target had been dead for too long and his soul had dissipated into the world. With his power and authority, he was currently unable to restore it.

"It's impossible at the moment? Does that mean it will be possible in the future?"

At this moment, Wang Zhifan felt the motivation to increase his strength. Resurrecting a person who had been dead for decades might seem like a fantasy to others, but to him, it was not hopeless.

"Sister Che, wait for me, I will come again! Then will be the time for us to truly meet again!"

Having made up his mind, Wang Zhifan decisively bid farewell to Rouche's Tomb and prepared to leave this world.

Before leaving, he looked at the tomb of the emperor's son, whom he had never seen, and then returned to the imperial capital to secretly visit his many descendants.

There is no need to elaborate on the details. In short, Wang Zhifan did not jump out to recognize any of his descendants. After he confirmed through perception that they were indeed his bloodline and that they were all living well, he left peacefully.

It is hard to say how much affection he has for these descendants whom he meets for the first time, but the blood connection still makes him feel some sense of responsibility. He decides to visit them from time to time to ensure their basic safety.

On the way of leaving this world and passing through the gap between the bizarre worlds to return to the Earth world, Wang Zhifan tried to use the Panlong Jade Pendant to locate the location of another world that was more important to him.

That was the disaster realm where the dragon girl Mie Yuexi was. Unlike the last time she explored, when the location of the disaster realm was vague and far away, after his power improved greatly, he felt the exact location of the disaster realm. It was far away but clear enough.

"I have to improve my cultivation as quickly as possible and go see Sister Xi as soon as possible. This is the promise I made to her when I left the Disaster Realm. It is also something that is relatively easy to do at the moment. I hope she is not in the same situation as Sister Che..."

When Wang Zhifan thought of the dragon girl Mie Yuexi, he felt a sense of urgency. With Rou Che's example before, it was hard to say whether Mie Yuexi would still be alive.

After all, that world is too far away, and the speed of time flow must be quite different from that on Earth. Even if he left the Disaster Realm much later than he left the National War World, there is no guarantee that the Disaster Realm may have undergone tremendous changes.

However, Wang Zhifan knew that there was one difference between Longnu and Rouche, that was that she was very powerful and had a special bloodline, which gave her a great advantage in lifespan, so it would be no problem for her to live for a thousand years.

"No matter what, the sooner I go there, the greater my chances of seeing her. The later I go, the greater the risk... So from today on, I will practice in seclusion and will not leave until I break through two realms!"

Wang Zhifan estimated that if he could improve his skills by two more stages, he would be able to reach the distant disaster zone. So he set this nearest goal, entered the Earth Universe, rushed to the planet Gaia belonging to the same universe, and began a long-term practice.

If it were in the past, when he could play daily dungeons, he would definitely not stay in seclusion for a long time, because he could not miss the benefits of daily dungeons.

But now that Chaofan Game has banned his account, he can only play the special dungeons which are not very nutritious. Then he has no worries. After all, there is no limit on the number of times to play the special dungeons, so there will be no loss if he leaves it alone. (End of this chapter)