Third Immortal Realm, Master and Disciple

Zhong Jinling and his immortal court were buried together beneath the Oblivion River. On the Great Wall, Su Yun encountered Jue once more.

The reclusive Di Jue appeared again, frost now dusting his temples. He, too, was turning into calamity ash, growing old.

"Spectator." He saluted Su Yun.

Su Yun returned the salute.

Di Jue would not recognize him. His appearance was utterly different from Su Yun's in the Seventh Immortal Realm. Back then, Su Yun had looked more refined; now he had changed his face into that of a short, plump youth, a smile always hanging on it.

"Where has Jue been these days?" Su Yun asked.

"Living in seclusion." Jue's voice was hoarse. As he looked at the Oblivion River, the corners of his mouth trembled. His eyes reddened, yet no tears fell.

"I thought that in the end, my master and I would be like Teacher Tie Kunlun, leading our people onward, protecting them as we migrated to another Immortal Realm."

He lowered his head, his voice deep as calamity ash drifted all around him. "I thought it would be so. I thought that this time, it would be my turn to die in battle along the road..."

He stood silently atop the Great Wall, lost in thoughts unknown.

Behind Su Yun's head, the light of reincarnation erupted, and time continued onward.

The calamity of the Second Immortal Realm did not end with Su Yun's departure. The withering death of the Heaven and Earth Great Dao continued, calamity ash drifting down and gradually burying the world.

All living beings struggled amid the calamity. At every moment, countless people died.

And at this time, the claim that the old gods were the rulers of the world rose from the ashes once more. Old gods again raised the banner