The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu kept his word and began to cultivate seriously, wanting to recover his cultivation level as soon as possible. However, after losing the Time-Space Compass, his cultivation speed slowed down a lot. In the past, he could accelerate time with the help of the Time-Space Compass, but now he could only rely on hard work and real effort.

Fortunately, Han Mu had a solid foundation. Although his speed was slow, he made steady progress and, after fifty years, finally broke through from the peak of the Sovereign to the early stage of the Primordial Chaos. Although he was still far from the peak, he at least had the ability to protect himself.

"My lord, congratulations on breaking through to the early stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm," Zhou Meng said with a smile.

"What's there to congratulate me on? I used to be at the peak of the Primordial Chaos realm, and now I've only recovered to the initial stage. I'm still far from it," Han Mu said, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, my lord, take it slow, you'll recover eventually," Zhou Meng comforted him.

"Well, that's the only way." Han Mu nodded. He looked at Zhou Meng and found that Zhou Meng's cultivation had also improved a lot, reaching the peak of the Sovereign realm, only one step away from the Primordial Realm.

"Zhou Meng, you need to work harder too, and strive to break through to the Primordial Chaos Realm as soon as possible," Han Mu said.

"Rest assured, my lord, I will definitely do it," Zhou Meng said with a smile.

As the days went by, the Cosmic Sea became more and more prosperous under the management of Zhou Meng and the other two. Han Mu was very pleased to see this. He felt that his choice was right. Entrusting the Cosmic Sea to Zhou Meng and the other two was better than managing it himself.

That day, Han Mu was cultivating when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura rapidly approaching. He opened his eyes and saw an old man with white hair standing in the courtyard. The old man had an aged face, but his eyes were clear and he exuded a faint aura of power.

"Senior Bai Mei." Han Mu exclaimed in surprise. He recognized the old man as Bai Mei, but Bai Mei looked much older than before, and his aura was much weaker.

"Han Mu, it's been a long time," Bai Mei said with a smile, his voice a little hoarse.

"Senior White Eyebrows, what happened to you?" Han Mu asked.

"I am old and nearing the end of my life. I have come today to say goodbye to you," said White Eyebrows.

"Goodbye, where are you going?" Han Mu asked.

"Go where I should go," White Eyebrows said with a smile, his body beginning to turn transparent, as if he might vanish at any moment.

"Senior Bai Mei!" Han Mu exclaimed in surprise, trying to reach out and grab Bai Mei, but his hand passed right through Bai Mei's body and he couldn't grab anything.

"Han Mu, don't be sad. Everyone has their own destiny. I've lived for so many years and I'm already very satisfied," Bai Mei said with a smile. His body turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

Han Mu stared in the direction where Bai Mei had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time. An indescribable sadness welled up in his heart. Bai Mei was one of the earliest seniors he had ever known, and had been helping him since he was just a junior cultivator. Now that Bai Mei was gone, he felt as if he had lost a family member.

"My lord, are you alright?" Zhou Meng's voice came through the communication talisman, filled with worry.

"It's nothing, it's just that Senior White Eyebrows has passed away," Han Mu said, his voice slightly choked.

Zhou Meng was silent for a moment, then said, "My lord, please accept my condolences."

"Yes, I know." Han Mu took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions. He knew that this was the way of cultivation; people around him would leave one by one, and he had to learn to accept it.

Not long after Bai Mei left, another old friend departed: Emperor Yan. Emperor Yan had cultivated in the Chaos Fire Sea for countless years, and finally reached the end of his life, transforming into a ball of flame and merging into the Chaos Fire Sea.

Next was the Thunder Emperor, who failed to transcend its tribulation in the chaotic sea of ​​thunder and perished. Then came the Ice Emperor, who chose to freeze itself and sleep forever in the chaotic sea of ​​ice.

In just a few years, one by one, the old friends around Han Mu left, making him feel an unprecedented loneliness. He sat on the throne of the Temple of Creation, looking at the empty hall, and a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart.

"My lord, are you alright?" Luo Feng walked in and asked with concern when he saw Han Mu's appearance.

"It's alright, just a bit sentimental," Han Mu said.

"My lord, life and death are predestined; this is the fate of cultivators. Try to accept it," Luo Feng comforted him.

"I know, it's just a little unfamiliar," Han Mu said. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the starry sky outside. "Luo Feng, tell me, what is the purpose of our cultivation?"

"To become stronger, and to protect what I want to protect," Luo Feng said.

"If one day, all the people I want to protect are gone, what will I have left?" Han Mu asked.

Luo Feng fell silent; he didn't know how to answer the question.

Han Mu smiled and patted Luo Feng on the shoulder: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. You go ahead and do your work, I'm fine."

Luo Feng nodded and left.

Han Mu gazed at the starry sky outside the window, remaining silent for a long time. He knew that the path of cultivation was destined to be lonely, but he had no regrets, because he had once possessed it and had once protected it, and that was enough.

A few years later, Zhou Meng finally broke through to the Hongmeng Realm, becoming the second Hongmeng Realm expert in the Cosmic Sea after Han Mu. Han Mu held a grand celebration banquet for him, inviting the leaders of various forces in the Cosmic Sea to attend.

At the banquet, Zhou Meng drank a lot of wine, his face as red as a monkey's bottom. He held Han Mu's hand and kept talking incessantly.

"My lord, thank you. Without you, I, Zhou Meng, would not be where I am today," Zhou Meng said.

"Don't say that. Your achievements today are the result of your own hard work," Han Mu said with a smile.

"No, it was the Lord who gave me the opportunity and the platform. I will never forget the Lord's kindness," Zhou Meng said.

"Alright, alright, stop getting sentimental, let's drink." Han Mu picked up his glass and clinked it with Zhou Meng's.

After the banquet, Han Mu helped the drunk Zhou Meng back to his room. Seeing him lying on the bed, fast asleep, Han Mu smiled, turned around, and left the room.

Walking along the corridor of the Temple of Creation, Han Mu's feelings were complicated. He was happy that Zhou Meng had broken through to the Primordial Realm, but at the same time, he also felt a little uneasy, because he knew that after Zhou Meng broke through, he would leave him sooner or later to find his own path.

"My lord, what are you thinking about?" Han Li's voice came from behind.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things." Han Mu turned around and saw Han Li standing not far away, holding a book in his hand.

"My lord, are you worried about Zhou Meng's breakthrough?" Han Li asked.

"There's one thing I'm worried about: after his breakthrough, he might leave the Cosmic Sea," Han Mu said truthfully.

"My lord, everyone has their own path to walk, and Zhou Meng is no exception. If he really chooses to leave, we should wish him well," Han Li said.

"You're right, I was too selfish." Han Mu nodded. He knew he couldn't keep Zhou Meng by his side forever; Zhou Meng had his own future and his own path.