The Three Brothers entered the illusion realm almost simultaneously.
At the summit of Seven Star Peak, Long Aotian suddenly sensed that the aura around him had changed.
The scenery remained the same, but he caught the shift in the energy field.
"This is..."
Hun Tiangang's voice came: "Aotian."
Long Aotian turned and saw Hun Tiangang, dressed in spotless white robes, every inch the elegant grandmaster.
Long Aotian felt that this was his master's true soul.
Even if it was not complete, it was... certainly more respectable than that crazed old man.
He hurried forward two steps and dropped to one knee. "Master!"
Hun Tiangang nodded. "Aotian, you have suffered."
Long Aotian suddenly realized that his master was the one who had truly suffered.
Connecting all the events he knew, Hun Tiangang had once been the Number One Under Heaven.
Yet he sought neither fame nor profit, neither power nor gold, nor women.
What he wanted was to carry on his master's legacy, resist the Heavenly Tribulation, and save the world.
He had miscalculated the timing—or rather, the Heavenly Dao had played a cruel joke on him. Yet he had not sunk into despair or grown weary of life, nor had failure crushed him. Instead, he continued planning and laying his pieces, battling Heaven for victory.
He had practically abandoned every beautiful thing in life, willingly becoming a madman and a fool in the eyes of the world, remaining here for decades.
He had borne slander and ridicule. A figure who should have stood at the pinnacle and commanded the world was no longer respected by many younger generations; instead, they wanted to use his name to make themselves famous.
He had united the martial world's forces of that era, established the world's order, and unified everyone's understanding, only for it