"Are you really Fei Xuanyang?" Yun Ming's eyes revealed his astonishment.
"A hundred years apart... I never expected that the juniors of old would have already passed their tribulations and become gods." Fei Xuanyang's eyes held a complicated look.
He had been trapped in a secret realm during the prime of his youth, and that confinement had lasted a full century. Even the clothes he wore now had been bought in the Star Luo Empire—back then, he could only enter shops clad in battle armor, causing quite a commotion.
As a renowned genius of a century ago, his talent was enough to rank among the top ten in the nearly ten-thousand-year history of Douluo Star. He was spoken of alongside Yun Ming, Zu Yuan, Guan Yue, Xu Yuanjian, Le Zhengde, and others, as well as the geniuses Zhu Yue and Zi Yun from a thousand years ago—the latter two having established the Red Moon Tower and Purple Cloud Palace, two forces whose legacies had endured for millennia.
Yet just as he was about to make his mark, he had suddenly been imprisoned within that secret realm. While it was more beneficial for cultivation, being cut off from the world for a hundred years had given him a taste of loneliness unlike anything he had ever known.
Had there not also been people in the secret realm with whom he could converse, and had he not so easily entered deep meditation during cultivation and forgotten the passage of time, loneliness would likely have consumed him long ago.
Only a few days ago, after passing his tribulation and becoming a god, had he broken through the restrictions of the small world's laws, returned to the greater world, and rushed straight back to the academy.
"Welcome home, Xuanyang." At that moment, more than