Chapter 810 - 505: A Dragon Ages 1 Year in 100, a Human Lives 1 Lifetime in 100

Chapter 810: Chapter 505: A Dragon Ages 1 Year in 100, a Human Lives 1 Lifetime in 100

"Thank you, Master Zhao, for bestowing the Way!"

Southern seas of the Star Sea.

Qianti Immortal Mountain.

Numerous cultivators, ranging from Qi Refining to Golden Core.

All were paying their respects to the elderly figure seated on the high platform.

It was the ceremony of granting the Way, nearly the highest specification within the Cultivation Ceremony.

There was no trace of True Essence about the old man.

A faint twilight lingered in his eyes.

Yet his gaze was like a deep bog of eternity, forever tranquil.

The old man raised his hand.

Everyone stood up and bowed to the old man.

The old man sighed, merely walking away.

"I fear he is the thirteenth Preaching Envoy of the Human Race."

"Also the least powerful, the only human Preaching Envoy."

Someone lamented.

In the history of the Star Sea, many were like Zhao Fu.

They pioneered alone on unknown paths, researching new techniques.

The techniques spread throughout the Star Sea.

Time and again, the preaching propelled the Path of Cultivation of the Star Sea forward.

However,

None had ever been like Zhao Fu where he had to personally traverse to impart his entire cultivation technique.

No Preaching Envoys had taken a hundred years to travel the entire Star Sea.

If cultivators once revered Zhao Fu for his significant connections with the Dragon Race,

Now their admiration stemmed from his deeds.

Zhao Fu slowly walked to the seaside.

Some wanted to approach and assist, but were driven away by several True Masters.

Soon the entire seaside was empty.

Zhao Fu’s figure was slightly hunched.

The white robe draped over him appeared rather large.

His skin had become ancient and flaccid, white hair tied behind, albeit lifelessly white.

Even his eternally calm eyes had grown muddled.

This wood is almost lifeless old.

Zhao Fu sat on the rocks by the sea.

Just as before countless times.

He didn’t need to call; a small, dainty silhouette appeared beside him.

"Blue..." Zhao Fu’s voice was old and hoarse.

Blue looked up at him.

Their eyes met.

Blue’s appearance hadn’t changed in a century.

When they first met, both were like children.

Zhao Fu coaxed Blue like an older brother.

Later.

Zhao Fu grew up.

Blue remained the same as before.

Young, diminutive.

The same seaside.

The same horizon of sea and sky.

The same setting sun.

Zhao Fu transitioned from a child to teenager, youth, adult, middle-aged, elderly...

His height kept growing until his once erect back bent.

Twilight surrounded Zhao Fu.

Vitality brimmed in Blue.

"Afu, you promised me."

Blue hugged her legs, burying her head.

Her crystalline blue hair concealed her expression.

Zhao Fu smiled.

From behind, he took out a Crystal Stone.

The Crystal Stone was blue, like Blue’s hair.

At its center was a shimmer of white and blue.

The Stone was pierced, made into a pendant.

"My Little Princess."

"Today is your birthday."

"Don’t cry; this is your birthday present from me."

Zhao Fu smiled as he wiped Blue’s tears away.

Yet it felt more like a grandfather wiping the tears of his granddaughter.

At first look, who could have seen they met when they were young?

Blue sobbed, gathering her Divine Sense, unwilling to see Zhao Fu’s remaining vitality.

She slapped away the pendant.

"Afu, don’t speak of the thing accompanying me."

"You said you’d always be with me."

"Big liar!"

Blue tightly embraced Zhao Fu.

Even having collected her Divine Sense.

How could she not feel Zhao Fu’s vitality like the last flicker of a candle in the wind...

About to extinguish.

Moisture spread across Zhao Fu’s chest.

Zhao Fu’s fingers, like the withered wood, slowly picked up the fallen pendant.

"Keep it well, it’ll help you."

He smiled, wanting to say something.

Only the light in his eyes gradually faded.

At last, Zhao Fu became still like a withered wood sculpture.

His fingers still picking up the gleaming pendant.

"Afu!!!!!!"

In the final call, Zhao Fu’s last consciousness completely scattered.

In the distance high above.

The Dragon King, spying in secret, glanced left and right, confirmed Zhao Fu’s demise, and sighed with relief, returning to the sea, creating a splash.

On Immortal Mountain.

The True Masters looked complexly at the old man.

"A dragon lives a hundred years for a single year, a human lives a hundred years for a lifetime..."

"Dragons are the darlings of heaven and earth, but humans... just a speck among the heavens..."

[You have died.]

The pendant contained all of Zhao Fu’s Innate Qi.

The Demon Race also collected Innate Qi, their method being the devouring of human children, but such Innate Qi was filled with resentment.

Zhao Fu’s gift was pure Innate Qi, retained from birth and nurtured over a century.

Yet people didn’t know, though Zhao Fu was a mortal, he forcibly practiced the Divine Dragon Second Transformation.

But at the instant of mastery, Zhao Fu gathered all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit into the Innate Qi, infusing it into the Crystal Stone.

The Stone is ordinary, but within is Zhao Fu’s most treasured possession.

[You have gained Reincarnation Achievement: True Preaching Envoy]

[Your birth protection has increased.]

[You have gained Reincarnation Achievement: Tears of the True Dragon]