Starting as pearl divers, they have endless jobs.

Chapter 83 Free from all attachments, returning home

After touring the mainland of Da Chen, Chen Ye set sail again, first to the island nation that had been incorporated into the territory, and then to the more distant and unknown seas in a small boat to explore the martial arts civilization that was completely different from that of the Central Plains.

Time flies, and another ten years have passed.

On this day, a weary traveler appeared on the bustling streets of Kyoto.

He was dressed in ordinary linen clothes, and had an unremarkable appearance, attracting no attention whatsoever.

No one could imagine that this seemingly ordinary merchant was Chen Ye, who single-handedly created the Great Chen Dynasty and was later revered as the First Emperor of All Time.

After years of traveling abroad, he finally had a sudden urge to return to where he started.

The Kyoto before him was several times more prosperous than when he left, with crowds of people and traffic thronging the streets, a scene of great prosperity.

It seems that my son has indeed done a good job.

Chen Ye had no intention of returning to the palace.

He knew that over the years, both his emperor son and the entire court had been searching for him tirelessly, but he really didn't want to go back to that monotonous life.

Chen Ye then settled in Kyoto, where he spent his days drinking tea and listening to music, living a very happy life.

Half a year passed in this way. One day, Chen Ye found a tea stall on the street, ordered a pot of coarse tea and a plate of snacks, and then enjoyed the bustling street scene while drinking.

Just then, several muffled cannon shots suddenly came from the direction of the imperial city in the distance.

The entire tea stall, and even the whole street, fell silent instantly.

Everyone wore expressions of shock and sorrow.

"Is this... a funeral cannon for the king's passing?"

"Good heavens, which prince is it...?"

Soon, a fast horse came galloping from the direction of the imperial city, and the rider's hoarse voice echoed throughout the street.

"Prince Wu'an has passed away!"

Chen Ye paused slightly in mid-air, holding the teacup.

Because this Prince Wu'an was none other than Wang Xing, who had followed him for many years.

he died?
Chen Ye paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

Time is indeed the fairest, yet most ruthless, law in the world.

Decades have passed, people have grown old, and old friends have drifted away like leaves in the wind.

After paying for the tea, Chen Ye got up and walked towards the direction of the Prince of Wu'an's mansion.

Even before getting close, one could see that the area in front of the Prince's Mansion was already packed with people, with countless citizens spontaneously coming to bid farewell to the prince who had made great contributions to the Great Chen Dynasty.

Chen Ye walked through the crowd and entered the mansion.

Inside the mourning hall, everything was dressed in white.

An elderly man with gray hair but still upright posture stood in front of the coffin, staring blankly at the white-clad courtyard.

It was Meng Xu.

His father, Meng Yi, passed away more than 20 years ago.

Now, it's finally their generation's turn.

Meng Xu was filled with emotion and was about to step forward to offer incense to his old brother when he caught a glimpse of an ordinary businessman who had appeared in the mourning hall at some point and was quietly watching Wang Xing's memorial tablet.

Meng Xu was taken aback. His vigilance as the commander of the Imperial Guards made him instinctively want to question them.

Just then, the merchant seemed to notice his gaze, slowly turned his head, and smiled slightly at him.

Just a glance.

Meng Xu felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his whole body trembled violently, and his eyes instantly reddened. That smile, those eyes…

He'll never forget it, even if he dies!
It's...it's him!
Meng Xu was so excited he almost shouted, but he swallowed the words back and stood there respectfully with his hands at his sides, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Chen Ye walked to the altar, picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and inserted them into the incense burner before asking without turning his head.

How have you all been lately?

Pfft!
Meng Xu could no longer hold back and knelt heavily on the ground, his voice choked with sobs, "Everything...everything is alright, it's just that the Empress Dowager, His Majesty, and we all miss you very much..."

"Parting and reunion are inevitable." Chen Ye waved his hand, interrupting him. "I saw it when I came back. My son has done a good job, and the world is at peace. Now that I have seen you again, I have no regrets."

"But……"

Meng Xu was about to say something when he saw Chen Ye take a step forward and disappear into thin air in the mourning hall.

Only one sentence remained, slowly echoing in the empty hall.

"Take good care of this world, and don't forget what our original aspiration was."

"His Majesty!"

Meng Xu chased after Chen Ye out of the mourning hall, only to find that Chen Ye had already disappeared. Tears streamed down his face, and he knelt down, kowtowing heavily to the sky several times.

Soon, atop the highest mountain outside Kyoto, Chen Ye stood with his hands behind his back, taking one last look down at the magnificent city that embodied half a lifetime of his life's work.

In this mortal world, I have no more attachments.

It's time to go.

With a thought, the ship on the other shore in his sea of ​​consciousness shone with a dazzling light.

The next instant, Chen Ye felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, and the surrounding scenery receded like the tide.

Immediately afterwards, a series of images flashed before his eyes.

From the disheveled escape from Qingzhu Mountain to the forbearance of being conscripted laborers in Pingyang Town; from the earth-shattering blow of throwing a boulder on the battlefield to the fearless bloodshed before the commander's banner; from the swift and decisive rule of the Great Liang to the imperial majesty of unifying the world...

Finally, the scene freezes on the bustling cityscape of Kyoto.

These images transformed into the purest nourishment, which was completely absorbed by the boat on the other shore beneath their feet.

The canoe, which could only hold one person, swelled with the wind and transformed in the blink of an eye into a magnificent, ornately decorated ship!
This magnificent ship is far more grand than when he first returned!
This is the highest praise that The Boat on the Other Shore has given to his life.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ye felt his body lighten, and then the light before his eyes flickered, with various professions flashing by, from bandits to military strongmen, and then to the Po Jun Captain and the Zhenguo Dragon General.

Ultimately, all this radiance condensed into four large characters: "See the Divine Master!"
Chen Ye was startled, then overjoyed.

Become!

This time, they gave it extremely high praise and even brought the Grandmaster of the Divine Realm back with them.

Just then, Chen Ye felt himself enter the ship, which carried him into the vast river that stretched through the endless void.

Although he had seen it once before, Chen Ye was still deeply shocked when he saw this River of Destiny, which is formed by the convergence of countless tributaries and flows into the infinite distance.

Just then, the ship suddenly plummeted downwards, startling Chen Ye, who then opened his eyes.

Before me stood that familiar pearl-diving boat.

He was sitting in the cabin, his hair still wet.

The memories left by decades of time began to gradually become blurred, in order to protect Chen Ye's mind from being affected.

After all, if he travels through many worlds and his memories of each world are extremely clear, Chen Ye will go crazy in just a few worlds.

Chen Ye let out a long breath, calmed himself down, and then opened the system panel.

(End of this chapter)