Fishing Through the Ages

What is this thing?

Emperor Tianhe frowned deeply, looking at Emperor Capital kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, unable to understand.

"Brother Chen, your son is unfilial, unable to relieve your worries and troubles, making you age to this extent. Your son is truly guilty!"

Emperor Capital wailed with deep self-reproach, emphasizing the heart-wrenching nature of his cries.

He covered his face and wept, his emotions reaching their peak.

"Stop crying, Chen Xia is in a state of enlightenment. Don't disturb him," Emperor Tianhe quickly waved his hand, fearing that Emperor Capital might do something unexpected again.

"Ah?" Emperor Capital was stunned, his face still in his hands, and quickly changed from sorrow to joy, nodding.

"So it's a state of enlightenment. I knew it, my Brother Chen is a genius of the heavens, even the Heavenly Dao has to give him some face, how could he so easily grow old."

Emperor Tianhe slightly shook his head, feeling that this person must be a bit problematic, possibly all those associated with Chen Xia were a bit off. He waved his hand and said,

"Since you've arrived at the front line, you've entered the battlefield. There's no room for play here. I hope you remember this. As there is no war now, you may freely cultivate."

After saying this, Emperor Tianhe didn't want to meddle with Emperor Capital any further.

After all, Emperor Capital knew Chen Xia, and judging from the deep father-son scene just now, their relationship might not be simple.

Chen Xia was on par with the two great emperors and was even higher in rank than Emperor Tianhe at the front line. If Emperor Capital complained to Chen Xia about him, Emperor Tianhe would find it hard to explain.

Moreover, Emperor Capital didn't seem like a good-natured person, likely to cause trouble. It was better to have less interaction with such people and focus on stable cultivation.

Emperor Tianhe's guess was correct; Emperor Capital was indeed not an ordinary person.

Just three months after arriving at the front line, he started the largest brawl ever.

This brawl even alarmed the Emperor Council, forcing the emperors to intervene. The subsequent judgment was unprecedentedly bizarre.

The brawl was divided into two sides.

One side consisted of one hundred and thirty saints and grand saints.

The other side was just Emperor Capital alone.

Even the emperor in charge of judgment frowned at Emperor Capital, puzzled and asked,

"How did you not get beaten to death?"

"I ran fast!" Emperor Capital straightened his back and answered with full vigor.

Emperor Tianhe stood behind, his eyebrows furrowed, feeling that Emperor Capital truly had a bit of Chen Xia's spirit, at least both were quite reckless.

The emperor began to judge the right and wrong, asking for the reason.

The reason was simple; Emperor Capital asked each of these saints if they knew Chen Xia.

"Not really heard of, don't know him," the questioned saint shook his head.

"Don't know? Then you get scolded!" Emperor Capital angrily pointed at the saint.

"You little brat dare not know my Brother Chen!"

He really dared to scold, half of the saints present had been scolded by him, and the other half were called to support.

The emperor frowned, feeling that this matter was clearly Emperor Capital's fault, what else was there to say? Wasn't Emperor Capital just going crazy?

He was about to pass judgment when Emperor Tianhe suddenly sent a message.

"This person is a brother-father to Chen Xia."

"?"

The emperor frowned, replying in a message: "What do you mean, explain it clearly."

"In fact, they are brothers, but their feelings are like father and son."

With this explanation, the emperor understood and began to hesitate again, involving Chen Xia, making it impossible not to hesitate.

The title of the first reckless one at the front line was something Chen Xia had earned through real battles, even the remnants of darkness feared Chen Xia, so how could he not fear?

So the final judgment for Emperor Capital was to guard Chen Xia in his state of enlightenment, preventing other idle people from approaching.

Emperor Capital sat with Chen Xia, who had white hair, and also got a fishing rod to fish together.

Except Chen Xia was fishing through the ages, while Emperor Capital was just fishing.

The front line was now very stable, allowing time to improve logistics.

Whether it was constructing formations or refining pills, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner at the front line, supported by the reserves of the Great Heaven.

And Chen Xia had been peacefully fishing at the front line for thousands of years.

He was surrounded by flowing intentions, still in the tail stream town of enlightenment, becoming the old fisherman in the town, where children often gathered around him, curiously asking,

"Old man, can you catch fish?"

Chen Xia naturally shook his head.

"Why can't you catch fish? Is it because of your technique, or something else?"

"I don't know," Chen Xia still shook his head.

The children might have found it uninteresting and would playfully leave.

Leaving Chen Xia alone to continue fishing.

Not far behind him was Weixi Town, built exactly as he remembered, even the ups and downs of the vendors' calls were the same.

Chen Xia never went to look, just guarding his fishing rod, as if waiting for the fish to bite.

Later, the children would come to ask Chen Xia once a day.

Chen Xia's answer never changed, always "I don't know."

The children never asked more, just playfully ran back to Weixi Town.

With things, people, and scenery, the seasons turned.

When the heavy snow covered the sky and earth, it was winter.

Chen Xia sat alone by the river, the snow covering him, vaguely forming a human figure, now white-haired and covered in snow, truly resembling a snowman.

The wind wrapped with snow, mixed with rain.

Today, no children came to ask Chen Xia, and there were no calls in Weixi Town, as cold as this snowy day.

After today.

The snow figure by the river gently shook, scattering a large amount of snow, slowly standing up.

Chen Xia put his hands in his sleeves, walking slowly towards Weixi Town.

First to the end of the town, the symmetrical buildings came into view, with snow covering the roofs, the rain dripping on the blue tiles, like the old houses sighing.

Chen Xia stepped in, entering the streets, which were not exactly the same as his memory.

Because his memory was hazy, while this Weixi Town was clear.

From the end of the town, every distance he walked, the scenery behind him quickly turned yellow and shattered, becoming old scenes.

Until he walked out of the entire Weixi Town.

Chen Xia didn't turn his head; he knew Weixi Town was no longer behind him.

He returned to the riverside, to the place where the fishing rod was.

The children came again, laughing and asking,

"Old man, did you catch a fish today?"

"No," Chen Xia shook his head.

"Why?" the children asked.

Chen Xia placed his hand on the fishing rod, suddenly lifting it up, answering at the same time,

"Because there are no fish in this river!"

At this moment, the fishing rod lifted, lifting the entire river.

He truly was fishing through the ages!