At daybreak, Zhong Wuwang opened his eyes and lay flat on the ground, not moving at all.
His eyes lacked any spirit, and after a long while his eyeballs finally twitched, a wooden look on his face as he sat up with a dazed and muddled demeanor.
Zhong Wuwang sat there for a long time before swaying to his feet. He raised a hand to touch his head, feeling a smear of blood at the center of his brow.
Zhong Wuwang stared repeatedly at the blood at the center of his brow, trying hard to recall, only to feel his head splitting with pain.
I am injured.
He identified his direction, and only after a moment remembered the road, walking toward Despair Slope.
Wen Wuyu followed her master, Daoist Qingheng, to Yingxian Tower, preparing to return to Despair Slope.
The Heavenly Dao Divine Eye on the upper floor swept across their bodies, and Wen Wuyu said, "Master, did Senior Brother really become an immortal?"
Daoist Qingheng smiled. "Naturally it is true. The Heavenly Lord was even startled by it, so how could it be false? The Heavenly Lord said he is the number one person of the new-method immortal path, and his future prospects are boundless."
Wen Wuyu said, "I heard several cultivators crossed their tribulations before Senior Brother, so how is Senior Brother the number one of the immortal path?"
Daoist Qingheng said, "Those people crossed their tribulations, but did not merge with the Dao; Wuwang is the first to merge with the Dao. Also, do not call him Senior Brother anymore. He is already an immortal, so you should call him Junior Uncle—no, you must call him Senior Uncle."
Wen Wuyu curled her lip, somewhat unwilling in her heart. She and Zhong Wuwang had entered Despair Slope at