A Glance That Transcends Time

Yi Feng lay dormant in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.

At first, he tried every possible means to transmit intelligence, but the results were minimal.

For one, Ouyang Yu kept a close eye on him and never fully trusted him, making it as difficult as ascending to the heavens to send out information. Secondly, because Yi Feng was not completely trusted, it was hard for him to obtain core intelligence; even if he managed to send something out, it had little impact on the grand scheme of things.

Left with no choice, Yi Feng could only do his best to earn Ouyang Yu's trust in order to gather more information.

As the years went by, Yi Feng painstakingly built his position, which continued to rise. It seemed he had finally gained Ouyang Yu's gradual trust and obtained some crucial intelligence, causing the Eastern Spirit Dynasty to suffer repeated setbacks and turning their premeditated wars into mere illusions.

He originally thought his mission would end there, allowing him to retire with his goals accomplished.

However.

The longer he stayed in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, the more highly regarded Yi Feng became. Later on, he was burdened with heavy responsibilities, surrounded by followers wherever he went. He had long become a top-tier figure in the dynasty, making it no easy task to extricate himself.

What was even more terrifying was that as his status in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty rose, the factions of the Bright Moon Dynasty, unaware of the truth, also began to gradually target him.

Thus, Yi Feng was caught between the two great dynasties, surrounded by danger every day. Even with extreme caution, he faced the threat of death at any moment.

Under such circumstances, he simply did not dare to break away and return. Otherwise, once his identity was exposed, it would implicate the true love of his heart. He could only do his best to balance the situation between the two nations, hoping to gradually fade into obscurity.

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish.

Even though Yi Feng's cultivation broke through time and again, and his status and resourcefulness became increasingly outstanding, he was still far from reaching a position where he could manipulate the two great dynasties. Unknowingly, he became unable to extricate himself from the grand scheme, as if he were deeply mired in a swamp, unable to pull himself out.

Time flew by, and dynasties rose and fell.

A thousand years was but a segment of life's journey for Yi Feng, but for the royal family, it was a long era of changing emperors.

Ouyang Yu's talent was limited, and he eventually exhausted his lifespan. Yi Feng became an ancestor-level guest elder, holding a transcendent status in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, yet he sank deeper and deeper...

Even wanting to return had become an extravagant hope.

As Luo Hetu also exhausted his lifespan, there was no one left to prove Yi Feng's undercover identity. No one in the world remembered Yi Feng anymore; only the fierce reputation of Feng Yi of the Eastern Spirit Dynasty spread throughout the provinces.

The Bright Moon Dynasty had long regarded Yi Feng as a great enemy, constantly plotting against him.

In the beginning, for the sake of the world's greater good, he did not hesitate to sacrifice himself to go undercover. Now, however, he had been reduced to a ruthless villain in the eyes of the world. Reality was often more absurd and ridiculous than legends, filling one's heart with sorrow.

In this inescapable dilemma, Yi Feng missed his true love even more. He wanted to leave more than once, but a single move would affect the whole situation, and he could no longer act as he pleased.

Once he returned to the mountain village, he would be a traitor to the Eastern Spirit Dynasty and a great enemy of the Bright Moon Dynasty!

At that time, despite the vastness of the world, there would be no place for him to hide.

Even if his cultivation was incredibly high, he would not be able to protect his true love perfectly under the siege of the two great dynasties.

Gradually.

Yi Feng saw through everything and completely abandoned the nonsense of the greater good. He understood that only absolute power would allow him to do as he pleased!

Calculating secretly, he realized that although his true love's cultivation was not shallow, her lifespan was also nearing its end. Yi Feng could no longer care about anything else. He risked everything to gather resources and cultivate bitterly, wanting to break through to the supreme peak and tear away the various shackles of the world!

Little did he know, the Great Dao was vast and boundless, and ten thousand years was but the flick of a finger.

Before he emerged from seclusion, the outside world had already undergone tremendous changes.

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In the span of ten thousand years, the small mountain village had long undergone earth-shattering changes.

Time was like a silent river, erasing all traces.

The once simple and honest villagers, after several generations of hard farming, grew tired of rural life in just a few hundred years. People constantly chased fame and fortune, and to seek a prosperous life, they moved out of the valley one after another.

For hundreds of years.

Lady Bai had always waited in the courtyard for Yi Feng. Whenever the sun set in the west, she would stand before the courtyard gate and gaze into the distance, hoping to see the figure of her beloved.

Unfortunately, apart from the breathtaking sunset mountain scenery, she never caught sight of that white-clothed figure.

The beautiful scenery remained.

Her beloved's voice and smiling face were still vivid in her mind.

Yet the space before the door was empty, with only the gentle breeze blowing the fallen leaves, echoing a lonely, rustling sound.

Year after year.

The four seasons changed.

The leaves turned yellow, and the mountains turned green again.

The mischievous children who once occasionally passed by gradually turned into hunched old men.

Lady Bai never left.

Day and night, she waited quietly before the door, remembering the promise of that year. She did not dare to leave the protection of the restriction, afraid that some accident might affect her beloved's state of mind, and even more afraid that they would be unable to reunite.

The villagers were all mortals and could not break through the restriction at all. What their naked eyes saw was only an empty courtyard. They thought that the immortal couple had already departed, and gradually they were no longer curious.

As the years passed.

The villagers gradually moved out of the valley. The already quiet and peaceful village became increasingly desolate, leaving only Lady Bai quietly waiting there alone.

The most agonizing thing in life was nothing more than waiting with eager expectation.

The long wait had already surpassed the limits of a mortal lifespan. Even though Lady Bai had profound cultivation, her mind was tormented by this lengthy suffering. She had no interest in attending to anything else; apart from tending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard to pass the time, she was left with nothing but endless loneliness and bitterness.

But whenever she thought of wandering the world with her beloved in the future, she felt that all the suffering was worth it.

She believed that her Yi would definitely return.

In this endless waiting, the longing in Lady Bai's heart grew denser. Perhaps it was also heaven's blessing that actually allowed her to break through her realm, comprehend the Great Dao of Emotion, add thousands of years to her lifespan, and elevate her state of mind to a higher level.

Even as the world changed drastically, it was all just to wait for his return.

Whenever she recalled their parting promise from that year and the back figure etched in her memory from that final glance, Lady Bai possessed endless, resolute devotion. Even if she had to wait until the seas dried up and the rocks decayed, she believed that Yi Feng would definitely come back.

Little did she know, this wait would last for ten thousand years.

The small courtyard was a mundane object to begin with, completely unable to withstand the erosion of endless years. The walls and the house gradually weathered away like smoke, and traces of the once cozy courtyard could no longer be seen, with wild grass growing all around its former site.

The village that was once filled with laughter and cheerful voices had turned into a desolate valley.

Only the beautiful silhouette, having exhausted her lifespan, turned into a stone statue gazing at the beautiful sunset from afar. The contours of that stone statue had already blurred, and one could only vaguely see what appeared to be a tear track sliding down the corner of its eye, with both eyes fixed upon the direction of the horizon.

The promise of that year remained steadfast until death.

A single look of deep affection, a true love spanning ten thousand years.