This is enough to be content!

"I was originally just a cripple with a wasted Dantian, but by a stroke of luck, I soared to great heights, lived a carefree life, avenged grudges with delight, killed the strongest enemies, slept with the most beautiful people, drank the strongest wine, rode on the head of the Golden Crow, and looked at the stars outside. What more could I wish for?"

The final hour was approaching, and Chu Tiange made the ultimate decision to arrange his affairs.

He had developed the Sun God Chain, tightly controlling these feathered beasts, restraining their cultivation, preventing them from wreaking havoc upon his passing.

He also groomed successors, selecting talents, but unfortunately, none satisfied him.

"Although I established the seventh-tier method, sadly, no one can reach the seventh tier."

His voice was full of regret, "Back then, I could achieve the seventh tier, where Yin and Yang converge, forming a Nascent Soul body without flaws and circulating energy throughout, encountering great fortune!"

Yet today, the powerful figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Countries lack such fortune!

They could never let the energy circulate throughout, only allowing it to circulate in their consciousness sea, such as their arms, legs, hair...

"Once I die, there will be no more seventh-tier Ancestral Witches!"

He was full of regret, but he felt a sense of relief, "Back in the day, that He Li Empress, who disappeared long ago, probably completed the cultivation path following the Nascent Soul Skill. I have no more worries."

He thought about it, using his remaining time to descend the mountain and travel, to see his prosperous empire.

This world is indeed flourishing.

Various witchcraft appeared, various Natal Healing Techniques were evolving.

Take the people of the Long Arm Country for example, their Divine Arm can construct various Innate Healing Techniques, considered the Natal Divine Technique of the Divine Arm, offering diverse combat styles that left him in awe.

"The world is full of sixth-tier strong individuals; although few can reach the seventh tier, the world is at its peak, extraordinarily magnificent."

Unfortunately, he also knew that this peace and prosperity without war was because of him.

He clearly knew that every enduring era of peace in history was born from an invincible emperor suppressing the land, and only then would the age of the Great Emperor usher in prolonged peace.

When the emperor falls, conflicts must arise.

He had regrets, but he also knew that war was inevitable.

"Enough, enough, in this life, it's enough to bring joy to myself and benefit all living beings. Why worry about a deluge after death?"

"Let future generations handle the aftermath."

Chu Tiange sipped tea at an inn, chuckling.

In the final chapter of his life, he traversed mountains and rivers incognito, once again becoming a wandering hero of his childhood, punishing evil and promoting good everywhere, witnessing the prosperity of the world to the fullest.

He recalled being like this when, as a follower, he traveled the world with that mysterious young man, acting as a carefree and vengeful wandering hero.

On this day, Emperor Chu, at seven hundred and thirty-six, returned to the capital of the Witch Country.

Snow fluttered down in abundance.

All was silent.

Countless ministers knelt on the ground weeping.

Lying on the sickbed, this white-haired old man gazed at the sky,

"Master, do you see? I have truly become the central figure of heaven and earth... lived a carefree life, that's how life should be... don't do evil, wield the sword in the martial world, revel in vengeance, follow my heart, this life is without regret!"

The life of this aging emperor slowly approached its end.

Looking back at his life, it felt like a carousel, always on the move, traveling for seven hundred years, it seemed like a lot was done, but when looking back, it seems nothing was accomplished, and now he stood at the edge of life.

"This life, truly short, time truly flies, it's like a blink of an eye..." He smiled, but he was satisfied, what more could one ask of such a perfect carefree life without regrets?

He was about to face his final demise.

Yet the winter snow was so cold.

He felt his body gradually growing cold, even as the mightiest elder of his time, he couldn't resist the chill, shivering entirely, senses dulling.

Is this death?

He thought he was long prepared to face it, but confronted with mankind's greatest fear, he still felt a twinge of instinctive fear and apprehension.

With a swish.

The entire bedchamber was suddenly veiled in a faint glow.

In the sky, a tall and slender deity, glowing with gentle golden light, accompanied by a youthful boy, slowly approached.

"Another New Year's Spring, escorting the young to this place, upon hearing you bid farewell to the world, I've come to see you."

The deity spoke softly, warmly addressing him, "You've walked this path after all."

"Indeed." The old man merely smiled, his fear suddenly dissipating, looking at the youth, "This one, is the child of that farming brother of yours, right? He looks just like him, back in those days, I often helped with spring tilling at home."

At the final moment, it was enough for a nearly impromptu teacher to see him off.

He never demanded much.

Because all he had was due to that great opportunity, rising from a cripple, a complete life, he couldn't ask for more.

"Life and death are determined, this life you've led has been free enough."

Zhu Zhengwei paused, suddenly emotional, looking at the former timid youth by his side now becoming an elder, making it to this day.

Time?

Haha.

It always creates astonishing miracles.

Under his playful guidance, he truly lived out a fantasy novel's central figure of heaven and earth, carefree and joyous, protecting the people, battling the mightiest foes, witnessing the widest world!

Ultimately, he felt a mix of emotions, the passing of each human emperor touches him deeply.

Especially as the one before his eyes was brought out by him casually?

Zhu Zhengwei suddenly understood the sadness Zhang Zhi felt in the palace, sending off the young Shiguang, the Just Emperor he had personally nurtured.

And realized that sometimes, for the Immortal, life could be the greatest curse.

Yet, he knew, he must get used to these things.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the norm for all living beings.

If he did not know the bitterness within, why would Zhu Zhengwei choose to pursue immortality?

He also knew, having created this dream-like internet world, it was his duty to propel each era's development, observing each civilization age, not to harbor excessive melancholy.

In the end, he sighed, distanced himself from the aged elder on the bed, turned, taking the youth into the swirling snow, with a quiet and long chant:

"Immortality demands a drunken drink, Extinguishing the sun and descending the Witch Court."

"What can be done if life exhausts, Shattering the void to leap into the Star Abyss."

...

Suddenly the pitch rose, like metallic clashing blades, filled with carefree spirit and boldness, as if the heavy snowfall outside was suppressed, leaving only this lonely voice between heaven and earth.

"Old days not seen, heroes from ages past once raised axes, serenading through starry nights!"

"Today unseen, ten suns mounted as steeds, lengthy songs imprinting sunset red!"

...

The heavens vast, the snow fluttered down heavily, singing aloud!

Zhu Zhengwei felt inspired, laughed as his voice echoed across the capital of the Ancestral Witch Country's first Human Emperor at that very moment, everyone seemed to hear this primal king's ambition and chivalry, as he strode confidently, shielding all living beings, battling the strongest foes, looking upon the vastest world!

It was as if they witnessed that ancient Guardian God crying through the epochs, weeping for the past's demise, yet also for this time of glorious prosperity.

Only to see this majestic emperor's old arm hit the bed heavily, lifeless, but with the corners of his great lips curled.

A shooting star streaked through the snow-laden skies.

Countless Immortal Herbs swayed, watching as the hero who created this world left.

Amidst the snowstorm, only the deity and his protegee were seen leaving the palace, disappearing into the veil of snow.

The first Ancestral Witch Celestial Emperor of the Witch Country reached the end of his life, his lifespan exhausted, a god seen at the end.

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