You've worked hard all these years.

Yi Feng smiled, not directly answering the old man's question.

"Come with me. I have prepared a gift for you."

With that said, Yi Feng flew off toward the horizon on his own.

The old man was deeply puzzled. After a brief moment of thought, he followed him.

The "gift" Yi Feng mentioned piqued his curiosity, making him want to find out what it was.

The two arrived in the starry sky, standing side by side.

From afar, they looked at the barren planet they had just left, which appeared so dim and insignificant amidst the galaxy.

A smile played at the corners of Yi Feng's mouth as he waved his hand.

That barren, dim planet instantly transformed.

The black dust storms hovering above the planet were swept away entirely, leaving it looking like a transparent, dazzling glass sphere.

Imprisoned within the planet's core was a colossal black demonic dragon.

The demonic dragon was so massive that, if stretched out, it could wrap around the planet several times.

However, at this moment, the demonic dragon no longer possessed any signs of life.

Seeing this, the old man instantly turned pale with shock.

His emaciated body trembled uncontrollably, and his gaunt chest heaved violently.

Gasping heavily, he exclaimed, "The demonic dragon... that demonic dragon is actually dead?!"

His tone was filled with shock and excitement; no words could adequately express his current emotions.

The old man had stood guard on this planet for countless years, all for the sake of suppressing this demonic dragon.

To suppress the demonic dragon, he had left behind his family and friends, becoming exiled and imprisoned on this planet much like the dragon itself.

His only companions were the eternal sandstorms and endless loneliness.

His emotions had gradually faded, his memories had blurred, and his life force was slowly slipping away.

Yet, he had never doubted his faith or wavered in his resolve to stand guard here.

Today, the demonic dragon that could only be sealed away, not killed, in the past was actually dead.

This meant that he was free.

He was no longer bound by the demonic dragon, no longer needing to remain here in solitary hardship.

He wondered how many of his former friends and family were still alive.

Countless emotions sprouted quietly in his heart and gradually bloomed, like a withered tree encountering spring.

He looked at Yi Feng with a burning gaze, his spirit visibly invigorated.

The old man asked in awe, "May I ask who you are, fellow Daoist, and why you stepped in to help?"

His tone had become extremely polite and respectful; he already considered Yi Feng his benefactor.

Yi Feng calmly looked at the once barren, now transparent planet.

He gently waved his sleeve, and in the flick of a finger, the planet turned to ash and vanished without a trace, not even making a sound.

Yi Feng sighed with emotion, "Back then, it was all thanks to you. It was because of your selfless dedication, sacrificing endless years to fight against the alien races, that we could achieve the final victory."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes widened, and the emotions he had just calmed surged into a stormy sea once more.

The dusty memories of the past flashed before his eyes like light and shadows, slowly returning to his sea of consciousness.

The old man carefully scrutinized Yi Feng and spoke with agitation, his voice trembling, "You, you are..."

As the old man looked at Yi Feng's chiseled features, the sense of familiarity grew increasingly intense.

His sealed memories fully awakened, and Yi Feng's face slowly overlapped with a face deep within his heart.

In this instant.

The old man remembered everything.

Tears and snot immediately streamed down his face, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

He fell to his knees in the void, bowing prostrate before Yi Feng, and choked out, "Li Da pays his respects to the Master, pays his respects to the Master! This old servant failed to recognize the Master, please do not blame me!"

Scenes from the past resurfaced in the old man's mind.

He and his brothers fighting bloody battles against the alien races.

Everyone sealing the demonic dragon, and him volunteering to stay behind to stand guard.

Countless years passed, and the scenes before his eyes gradually became monotonous and repetitive.

A hundred thousand years!

In the blink of an eye, a hundred thousand years had actually passed.

That earth-shattering war felt as if it had happened only yesterday.

The faces of the comrades who had fought bloody battles and bravely slain enemies with him were still young.

But now, he was a wrinkled old man in his twilight years.

Li Da sighed endlessly, yet at the same time, he was incredibly invigorated.

Because he had just heard the Master say "victory."

Wasn't this their goal?

Wasn't this the resolve that had supported him, standing guard here day in and day out for a hundred thousand years?

Through a hundred battles in the yellow sands, wearing golden armor, never returning until the enemy is defeated.

His unwavering dedication for a hundred thousand years had now been rewarded with the personal arrival of the Master.

This meant the Master had not forgotten him; this meant the Master recognized his perseverance.

Excitement, joy, melancholy, being moved, longing...

Various emotions converged into a warm current, rushing to Li Da's nose and eyes.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down his face as he wept bitterly, his emotions erupting completely.

Like a volcano suppressed for a hundred thousand years, finally spewing out all its pent-up frustrations today.

The confusion, hesitation, and helplessness in his heart were all swept away.

Yi Feng was deeply moved, his own emotions surging like a tide.

There was gratitude for the selfless dedication of these veteran generals.

There was a sense of debt for their sacrifices.

There was admiration for Li Da's unwavering perseverance over a hundred thousand years.

There was regret and longing for fallen comrades...

Yi Feng calmed his thoughts, gently helped Li Da up, and said warmly, "You have worked hard all these years."

Li Da used his ragged, worn sleeve to wipe the tears and snot from his face.

Trying hard to calm himself, he said, "It was no hardship, no hardship at all. It was what I ought to do. Being able to serve the Master makes all of this mean nothing; it is what we should have done!"

Yi Feng straightened Li Da's clothes.

He smiled and said, "Now that the alien demons are destroyed and the starry sky is settled, the myriad great worlds are yours to roam. Go find a good place to rest and recuperate, and enjoy your life!"

With a wave of Yi Feng's hand, all the chronic illnesses and fatigue in Li Da's body vanished completely.

Li Da's face was no longer gaunt; he instantly transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged man.

His complexion changed from pale and withered to rosy.

A rich vitality spread through his limbs and bones.

His white hair turned black, and his emaciated frame instantly became burly and full of strength.

Li Da, now a middle-aged man again, was overjoyed and thrilled.

Feeling the majestic vitality and abundant energy within his body, he was elated beyond measure.

He thanked the Master repeatedly.

Yet at the same time, looking out at the endless starry sky, Li Da fell into deep confusion.

Having stood guard here for a hundred thousand years, he had long grown accustomed to this dull life and formed ingrained habits.

With a hundred thousand years gone by, he had no idea what changes had occurred in this starry sky.

The sudden freedom left him somewhat at a loss; he now didn't know where he should go or what he should do.

"Master... I..." Li Da hesitated to speak.

He didn't know where to go. He remembered swearing back then to follow the Master to the death.

He wanted to follow Yi Feng, but he didn't dare to ask, afraid of being rejected.

Yi Feng looked at him, smiled faintly, and handed over a red invitation card.

"The wedding is in a few days. Don't be late."

Li Da opened the invitation, and seeing the surname on it, his heart suddenly trembled.

He asked excitedly, "Master, is this a descendant of the Cang family?!"

Yi Feng nodded.

After receiving an affirmative reply from his Lord, Li Da felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

He recalled, "Back then, Brother Cang was imposing and unrivaled throughout the ages, and he even saved my life. Alas, heaven is jealous of heroic geniuses. Later, to save his comrades, he fell into a trap and died a heroic death."

"To think that Brother Cang actually has descendants left behind. It is truly wonderful that Brother Cang has descendants! It seems the bloodlines of us old fogeys from back then are still around..."

Li Da was extremely invigorated; it seemed his passion had been reignited.

"My Lord, I will definitely arrive on time!"

Yi Feng nodded with a smile.

Seeing Li Da in such high spirits, a warm feeling also welled up in his heart.

"Then go pack up and prepare yourself well!"

Having said that, Yi Feng stepped away, slowly vanishing into the void.

Facing the departing figure of Yi Feng, Li Da respectfully offered a deep bow...