Chapter 1497: A Glimpse That Lasts Ten Thousand Yea

Yi Feng had been lying low in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.

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

On one hand, Ouyang Yu kept a close eye on him, never fully trusting him, making it nearly impossible to send out information. On the other hand, Yi Feng himself was not entirely trusted, making it difficult to obtain critical intelligence. Even if he managed to send something out, it had little impact on the overall situation.

Reluctantly, Yi Feng had no choice but to strive to gain Ouyang Yu's trust in order to gather more intelligence.

As time went on, Yi Feng worked tirelessly, his status steadily rising. It seemed that Ouyang Yu was gradually beginning to trust him, and he managed to obtain some crucial information, causing the Eastern Spirit Dynasty to suffer repeated setbacks. The grand war they had planned turned to smoke.

He thought that his mission had come to an end, and he could retire with his task accomplished.

However.

The longer Yi Feng stayed in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, the more he was valued. Eventually, he was burdened with heavy responsibilities, surrounded by followers wherever he went, and had become a top figure in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty. Extricating himself was no longer an easy task.

Even more terrifying was that as his status in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty rose, the forces of the Bright Moon Dynasty, unaware of the truth, began to target him.

Thus, Yi Feng found himself caught between two great dynasties, facing danger at every turn. Even with extreme caution, he was constantly at risk of losing his life.

In such a situation, he dared not return, for fear that his true identity would be exposed, endangering his beloved. He could only strive to balance the situation between the two dynasties, hoping to gradually withdraw.

Unfortunately, fate was not on his side.

Despite Yi Feng's continuous breakthroughs in cultivation and his increasingly outstanding status and wisdom, he was still far from being able to influence the two great dynasties. Unknowingly, he became deeply entangled in the grand scheme, like sinking into quicksand with no way out.

Time flew by, and dynasties changed.

A thousand years was but a brief journey in Yi Feng's life, but for the royal family, it was an era of successive emperors.

Ouyang Yu, with his limited talent, finally exhausted his lifespan, and Yi Feng became a revered elder-level advisor in the Eastern Spirit Dynasty, holding an unparalleled status. Yet, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper...

Even if he wanted to return, it was now a distant dream.

As Luo Hetu also exhausted his lifespan, Yi Feng's identity as a spy could no longer be proven. No one in the world remembered Yi Feng; only the infamous name "Feng Yi" of the Eastern Spirit Dynasty spread across the lands.

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

Once a man who sacrificed himself for the greater good, he had now become a notorious villain in the eyes of the world. Reality was often more absurd and laughable than legend, leaving one with a deep sense of sorrow.

In this impossible dilemma, Yi Feng missed his beloved more than ever. He wanted to leave countless times, but every move he made had far-reaching consequences, and he could no longer act freely.

If 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 point, there would be no place in the world for him to hide.

No matter how high his cultivation, he could not protect his beloved under the combined assault of the two great dynasties.

Gradually.

Yi Feng saw everything clearly and completely abandoned the so-called greater good. He realized that only absolute strength would allow him to act freely!

Secretly planning, he thought of his beloved, whose cultivation was not shallow but whose lifespan was nearing its end. Yi Feng could no longer care about anything else. He gathered all the resources he could and devoted himself to cultivation, striving to break through to the pinnacle and free himself from the world's constraints!

Little did he know, the path of the great Dao was vast, and ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

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

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Ten thousand years had passed, and the small mountain village had undergone earth-shattering transformations.

Time flowed like a silent river, erasing all traces.

The once simple villagers, after generations of hard work, grew tired of rural life within a few hundred years. One after another, they sought fame and fortune, moving out of the valley in search of a better life.

Over the centuries.

Miss Bai had always waited in the courtyard for Yi Feng. Every evening, as the sun set, she would stand at the gate, gazing into the distance, hoping to see her beloved's figure.

Alas, aside from the breathtaking sunset and mountain scenery, the figure in white never appeared.

The beautiful scenery remained.

The image of her beloved's smile and voice was still vivid in her mind.

But the gate was empty, with only the wind rustling the fallen leaves, echoing a lonely, desolate sound.

Year after year.

The seasons changed.

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

The mischievous children who occasionally passed by gradually became hunched old men.

Miss Bai never left.

She waited day and night at the gate, remembering their promise, not daring to leave the protection of the barrier, fearing that any mishap might affect her beloved's state of mind, and even more afraid that they might never meet again.

The villagers were ordinary folk, unable to break through the barrier. To their eyes, the courtyard was empty, and they assumed the celestial couple had long since departed, gradually losing interest.

As the years passed, one after another.

The villagers slowly moved out of the valley, and the once quiet and peaceful village became even more desolate, with only Miss Bai quietly waiting there.

The most agonizing thing in life is to wait with longing eyes.

The long wait had already surpassed the limits of mortal lifespan. Even with her profound cultivation, Miss Bai's spirit was worn down by the endless torment. She no longer had the energy to care about anything else, tending to the flowers in the courtyard to pass the time, but it was only a fleeting distraction from her endless loneliness.

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

She believed that Yi Feng would surely return.

In this endless wait, Miss Bai's longing grew stronger. Perhaps it was heaven's favor, but she broke through to a new realm, comprehending the Dao of Love, gaining thousands of years of lifespan, and her state of mind reached new heights.

Even as the seas turned to fields and the fields to seas, she would wait for his return.

Every time she recalled their parting promise and the last glimpse of his retreating figure, Miss Bai felt an unshakable determination. Even if she had to wait until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, she believed Yi Feng would return.

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

The small courtyard, being a mundane structure, could not withstand the erosion of endless time. The walls and houses gradually weathered away, leaving no trace of the once warm and cozy courtyard. The area around the courtyard's ruins was overgrown with wild grass.

The once lively village had turned into a desolate valley.

Only the figure of the beauty, who had exhausted her lifespan, remained seated at the mountain peak, turned into a stone statue gazing at the sunset. The statue's features had blurred, but one could faintly see a tear streak down its cheek, its eyes fixed on the horizon.

The promise made back then remained unbroken until death.

A single glance of deep affection, a love that lasted ten thousand years.