These shackles bore exceedingly intricate celestial god patterns. They had likely been passed down from the prehistoric era of Myriadpath Valley; with the means of people today, it would be difficult to devise such a thing. It required supremely exquisite craftsmanship!
"Right, you were born in Myriadpath Valley, so why is your Myriadpath Ring black?" As Li Tianming painstakingly unraveled the shackles thread by thread, he voiced the doubt in his heart.
"This thing? Qitian Xiao could change its color for me anytime he wanted. Easy." When the old man mentioned that person, his eyes brimmed with too many emotions—rage, sorrow... Yet so much time had passed, and he himself had grown old, leaving it all tinged with desolation.
"Why bother changing it?" Li Tianming asked speechlessly.
"That's the kind of man he is. He wanted to knock me down from Valley Master to the very bottom, lock me in here, let disciples who had never seen me look down on me one after another, make me despair over these hundreds and thousands of years until I completely surrendered and handed the Myriadpath Grand Ruins over to him!"
After saying that, the gloom on the old man's face vanished. He suddenly laughed. "Luckily, this old master's heart is full, and my thoughts flow like a spring. I took what I saw and heard down here at the bottom, added a touch of artistic imagination, and wrote with flying brush strokes, producing book after book of worldly masterpieces to cultivate my temperament... That way, my days grew freer by the day! To be honest, Qitian Xiao wants to outlast me until I give up? In his dreams! By the time he dies of old age, this old master's heart will be brimming with life, and I'll still be walking as swiftly