Is there any life left, I do not know.

But he wanted to arrange his affairs properly.

This time, Zhu Zhengwei did not preach openly.

He said he would preach twice in his life, and so he did. There's no reason to continue if he decided to stop.

Zhu Zhengwei thought, walking on this Fairy Forest, which has now transformed into a gigantic forest city, populated by countless tall and extraordinary long-living beings, coming and going.

"So bustling again."

He walked on these streets, watching the bustling crowd.

At dusk, he left the town, casually sitting down in a wilderness, his hands gently caressing ordinary stones, casually leaving his First Dharma Gate upon them.

For he knew the value of an item does not lie in its material, texture, or worth, but in the significance of the owner who left it. If the owner is strong enough, even the grass paper he leaves would be preserved eternally in the historical library.

On the stone, with a gentle laugh, a row of text gradually appeared.

[One of the Seven Laws crafted by Billion Prison Immortal Thief and Ghost Witch Doctor in the Divine Sect, learning this method can open the Longevity Dharma Gate, alter life potential, with infinite wondrous uses!]

[Humans have a billion prisons; long have they been trapped by dusty prisons. Today, the locks open, light arises, releasing all immortals and gods!]

[Cultivating this method comes with two major restrictions. First, it requires a person with a pure mind free from distractions; otherwise, they may suffer divine split and become possessed, dividing into hundreds of personalities. Second, it requires visualizing the moon, borrowing the moon's power.]

...

Zhu Zhengwei left the inscription, then departed directly.

This is a Divine Skill that requires borrowing the power of the Vast Celestial Dao to use, and to ordinary mortals, even the refined youthful version he created remains stringent.

It requires divine splits, simultaneously controlling countless cells, demanding a person whose character is desireless, wise, and pure. Yet, in this world, those seeking to cultivate this method are ambitious people.

"As for visualizing the moon, it involved returning to remodel some mechanisms of the moon, borrowing principles from that Nascent Soul Visualization Technique."

"The moon is a colossal central supercomputer, with little elves on it as artificial biological intelligences. Those strong individuals emit spiritual waves, requesting computational resources from the core computer... allowing them to split their divine focus more."

Indeed, for the inheritance of this Divine Hand, Zhu Zhengwei spared no effort!

Next, Zhu Zhengwei left the island directly, waiting for some future day when people discover the anomaly of this stone.

However, on an island filled with powerful beings, discovering anomalies will certainly not take long.

"Next, continue the journey! Study my Dharma Gate, attempting to break through life and death as a Great Emperor in my later years." Zhu Zhengwei boarded his ship and left alone.

Soon, time flew by, another few decades passed.

Emperor Realm experts on earth multiplied, forming a grand era, each race's Emperor Realm had become ubiquitous, extremely common.

And in this unfolding era, the most mysterious figure, that invisible Great Emperor, many had glimpsed his traces along the way.

Whenever seen, many strong beings would describe him like this:

Emaciated, white-haired.

Like an invalid, occasionally coughing blood, unable to stop bleeding.

It seemed that this being who once brought knowledge to the world could die anytime from inherent frailty, yet somehow clung to his last breath.

And countless people speculated:

"This existence, unknown for these years, does he intend to leave the first law of the Divine Sect? Though stringent, perhaps someone will eventually cultivate it!"

"Indeed, Billion Prison Immortal Thief is undoubtedly an astonishing miracle technique in the past and future, earth-shattering level of legendary texts!"

"So it is; today's era has become the age of Spiritual Artifacts, everyone flying by sword, Flying and Earth Escape. Who doesn't have a Spiritual Artifact or two? Let alone the Emperor's Weapon of humanity's ancestral land! Today's Human Race's golden era all stems from this; otherwise, this marginally weak race..."

One Dharma Gate of the Divine Sect is enough to open a great mythical Ancestral Witch Era.

The world's strong couldn't help but yearn for other Dharma Gates!

Some great figures even speculated that perhaps he is opening the fourth law of the Divine Sect, a world-shaking divine-level Dharma Gate; if released, it could shake the entire world!

And time again passed over a hundred years.

In the world, voices discussing that existence gradually dwindled, as he completely vanished, seemingly covered by the sands of history.

Some say he is dead.

Others say he may have studied the art of slumber, built himself a tomb to enter the future.

Even more radical admirers say he has already attained longevity, perhaps opened the legendary eighth realm, truly stepping into the realm of Ancient Gods, Swallowing Wind and Eating Qi, Chasing Stars and Racing the Moon, immortal with heaven and earth, taken by that tear-stained Ancient God to a higher Star World.

Under these waves, amidst endless street rumors, it reached New Calendar 1521, and the earth again fell into chaos.

The Celestial Emperor of the Human Race, Qin Xiao, was already old and frail, over three hundred years old.

This Great Emperor too moved toward his twilight!

As a short-lived race, those long-lived of seven stages have lifespan of eight hundred years, overlooking the world, yet he only has four hundred years, merely equivalent to a regular member of a long-lived race.

His life was glorious!

Yet it too neared its end.

The various races began to stir once more, even sneering:

"Humans are ultimately a short-lived, pitiful species, weak, precocious, premature. Even if they bloom brightly, so what? To us, merely a short journey in life's path."

"Emperor Qin is about to fall, we must rise again."

"Their large population results in weak Emperor Realm, yet many Emperor Realm souls, creating numerous Emperor's Weapons. But mastering powerful weapons proves challenging, few among them are noteworthy."

Yet another cyclical shift of eras.

Civilization's history always cycles and repeats.

Whenever an Emperor Realm approaches twilight, it stirs waves, enters another era of turmoil, filled with rising talents, until a domineering figure suppresses the contemporary, restoring tranquility.

"Ah, the sea into dust, another era shifts. I wonder, if that legendary mysterious figure known as 'Ghost Witch Doctor' from back then, is still alive?"

"Over two hundred years have passed, how could he still be alive? Humans are ultimately short-lived; no matter how brilliant, they cannot change their birth; even his descendant, the contemporary emperor, Emperor Qin, is aging and about to pass; let alone that man, plagued with sickness back then?"

Some even sobbed.

No one believed that presence was still alive.

Just feeling regretful, heartache, and sorrow, for it remains an emblem of that era.

Many aged Emperors and monarchs among long-lived species, entering the clan's forbidden zones for rest, yearn for those years of doctrine speaking, that seven-day-seven-night dialogue under the starry sky, pure hearts seeking Dao, becoming a lifelong unforgettable white moonlight to these long-lived species.

However, Chang'e Palace, the moon, still no one dares to venture upon.

Afraid to disturb the world's strongest Beastman Empress, asleep in peace.

Back then, the Beast Race crew of that ancient ship from Chang'e Palace challenged the world, each reportedly developed potential, capable of transformation. Even the weakest crew member walking out could easily sweep through the Ancestral Witch Era!

As the world nearly forgot the ship's doctor on that ancient ship, the Gravekeeper of the Old Days ship tomb, intending to contest the next generation's imperial throne, unexpectedly a piece of news returned this man to public focus.

Fairy Forest.

Two Human Race Emperor Realm experts continuously hunted each other.

"You can't escape." A black-haired youth in his thirties sneered, crashing the other into the ground with a thud, yet suddenly collided with something.

It's a stone.

Normally they'd smash it long ago, yet it stood resilient here.

Two experts paused their clash, gazing at the stone, only to see faint lights flicker across it, ancient and mysterious radiance emerging:

[One of the Seven Laws crafted by Billion Prison Immortal Thief and Ghost Witch Doctor in the Divine Sect, learning this method can open the Longevity Dharma Gate, alter life potential, with infinite wondrous uses!]

[Humans have a billion prisons; long the dusty prisons have bound them, today the locks open, light arises, releasing all immortals and gods!]

"What is this??" The focus of the two Emperor Realm experts instantly concentrated, recalling the myth from centuries ago, their hearts pounding fiercely.

This is the greatest treasure left by the legendary man of the Divine Sect myth!

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