"Ye Ming, no need to struggle anymore!"
"Even if all the powerful men from your Nine Heavens Alliance show up today, they still won't be able to save your Destiny Temple!"
"If you offer the scale of destiny now and unravel this long river of time, I can make the decision to leave you as the inheritance of the Temple of Destiny."
Outside the Temple of Destiny, countless astrolabees have been trampled to pieces by the angel army. At this moment, an old man wearing a robe of holy light is trying to persuade them to surrender.
Behind him was a dense army of angels.
At the foot of the army were countless corpses of monks.
Most of them are disciples of the Temple of Destiny, and some are members of the Nine Heavens Alliance and worshipers in the Star Reaching Pavilion.
Old Ye Ming has accumulated strength for thousands of years, but he still seems so vulnerable in front of the Light Clan.
However, if there were no Nine Heavens Alliance and Star Reaching Pavilion, I am afraid that the Temple of Destiny would follow in the footsteps of other temples.
It was precisely because the people from the Nine Heavens Alliance and the Star Picking Pavilion held back the angel army that Old Ye Ming had time to borrow the power of the stars accumulated by the Temple of Destiny for thousands of years to fully activate the balance of destiny, unfold the long river of time, and combine the Temple of Destiny and the Light Clan. The angel army was completely separated.
The Temple of Destiny has been able to persist to this day, but at a very heavy price.
Not only were most of his disciples killed or injured, but Old Man Ye Ming and a group of divine elders also spent all their energy and lifespan in order to unfold the river of time.
The power of time is so powerful and ruthless.
Therefore, the light angel army can only watch dryly in front of the long river of time.
In the course of time, Chen Feng and a group of Lanyan Academy disciples were healing the wounds of the old man Ye Ming and a group of divine elders.
They had a lot of pills rewarded by Gu Lan in their hands, and they could barely save the lives of old man Ye Ming and a group of elders in the divine realm.
However, it only lasts for a while, but ultimately there is no way to save it.
"Old guy, don't die first!"
"When my master comes, he will definitely avenge us!"
"Hold on!"
Chen Feng, who had always been carefree, his eyes were red at this moment, and he desperately stuffed the healing pill that Gu Lan gave him into the mouth of the old man Ye Ming.
Once upon a time, he kept saying that Old Ye Ming took him away from his master and was a heartless and bad old man.
However, deep down in his heart, he actually always remembered the kindness of old man Ye Ming.
Although he had a purpose, Old Ye Ming had no reservations about his kindness and preference for him.
He is neither wood nor stone, naturally he knows it very well in his heart.
This was also the reason why Lanyan Academy established a dojo in the God Realm and why he still chose to stay in the Temple of Destiny.
"Old guy, say something!"
Seeing that Old Ye Ming's breath was getting weaker and weaker, Chen Feng shed tears anxiously.
Ahem!
Old Ye Ming coughed repeatedly, swallowed the pills that were full in his mouth, and finally regained his composure.
"Boy!"
"Even if I'm not dead, I almost choked to death with the elixir you used just now!"
"I have been in the God Realm for so many years. As the supreme leader of the Temple of Destiny, the founder of the Nine Heavens Alliance, the star master of the Star Picking Pavilion, etc., if I were to choke to death from the pill, do you think I will let you go if I am a ghost? Boy!"
Old Ye Ming was weak when he spoke, and the hand he pointed at Chen Feng's nose to teach him didn't seem to have any strength.
Only when he scolded Chen Feng as a brat did he look a little more cheerful.
But it looks like it's back to normal and won't last long.
"It would be great if you could become a ghost."
When Chen Feng heard this, his expression turned gloomy.
The balance of destiny can unfold the long river of time, but the price to pay for unfolding such a large-scale long river of time is also huge.
Backlashed by the power of time, not only was Old Ye Ming's physical body exhausted, but his soul also became extremely weak and could be disintegrated at any time.
"You kid, you really want me to turn into a ghost. You're so mad at me..."
When Old Man Ye Ming heard this, his face turned pale with anger, he immediately rolled his eyes, kicked his feet, and almost died on the spot.
Chen Feng was shocked when he saw this, and quickly took out the elixir and fed it to Old Ye Ming.
After some tossing, Ye Ming came back to his senses.
Only this time, he had no strength and began to explain his funeral affairs seriously.
The river of time can last for a while, and the people in the Temple of Destiny will not be in danger for the time being.
Old Man Ye Ming asked Chen Feng to take over the responsibility of the master of the Temple of Destiny and lead the Temple of Destiny to glory in the future.
Being the master of the palace was something that Chen Feng would never have done before.
His dream is to be a peerless swordsman who travels the world with his sword, but he is not willing to shoulder the hopes and responsibilities of so many people.
But now after experiencing all this, he could only choose to agree.
An old man and a young man, with a grade difference of tens of thousands of years, are like grandfather and grandson, giving advice and nodding.
Monks seek immortality and freedom, but what they experience the most is separation and death.
This is life.
On the side, Luo Ying and the remaining strong men from Yuntian City were guarding the river of time. Seeing such a scene, they also sighed silently.
Not long ago, how similar was everything that happened in Yuntian City to the Temple of Destiny?
The Light Clan is too strong, so powerful that it makes people despair.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. The cruel world will not give you any reason at all.
"Hel me up."
"Let me take a good look at the stars in the sky and the vast river of time!"
With Chen Feng's help, Old Ye Ming reluctantly stood up.
He had white hair and a white beard, and looked ahead. There was no majesty of a strong man in his eyes, only the kindness of an old man in the world.
“I’ve been predicting my destiny for a lifetime, but after all, it’s still... unpredictable!”
"Destiny..."
Ye Ming opened his mouth and closed his eyes mid-sentence.
His head slowly fell and rested on Chen Feng's shoulder.
The old man Ye Ming, who dominated the world of gods and humans, died at this moment.
Above the long river of time, a star is twinkling.
Chen Feng supported Ye Ming, his body trembling slightly, and he didn't look back for a long time.
When he turned back, the tears on his face had been wiped away, and there was no sadness in his eyes, only incomparable determination.
Without saying a word, he placed Ye Ming's body in the middle of a complete astrolabe.
This is the astrolabe used by the Temple of Destiny to predict the destiny of heaven, and it is also the final destination of every astrologer.
Next to the night star chart, several old people were lying on other star charts.
Soon after, all the elders in the divine realm who had moved the balance of fate passed away.
Under the leadership of Chen Feng, he and the remaining disciples of the Temple of Destiny held a simple funeral for Old Ye Ming and these elders.
At the moment the funeral ended, the astrolabe rotated and star power exploded. Ye Ming and the elders turned into specks of starlight and dissipated in the long river of time.
It was also at this moment that the power of the long river of time began to weaken.
"attack!"
The second elder of the Light Clan commanded the angel army to launch an attack.
Countless magical powers of the Light Clan have fallen on the long river of time.
In the face of the power of time, these attacks appear so powerless.
But as time goes by, the river of time gradually becomes dim and transparent.
What kills time is also time.
