At Jiangnan Sword Pavilion, atop Extreme Heaven Cliff.
The clouds at the horizon, the crisscrossing escape lights, even the surging spiritual currents—all seemed to have frozen solid. True Lord Cheng Tian Zhengde thus looked around.
Everything in heaven and earth had turned gray.
Only a figure beside him possessed color, as though it had gathered all the splendor of heaven and earth upon itself. Yet its gender could not be discerned.
"Patriarch."
True Lord Cheng Tian Zhengde could not help murmuring, fervor burning in his eyes, as though he had returned to that night when he had still been at Foundation Establishment and nearly drowned in despair.
It was on that night that he had earned the Dao Lord's favor. In the end, he had not only defied Heaven and seized back his life, wresting the True Lord's position from that fellow of the Witch Ghost Sect, but had also become the one who called the shots in the Sword Pavilion in one stroke, reigning supreme over Immortal Pivot for a thousand years. Without question, that had been the night his fate changed.
Now, it had come again.
Though it differed somewhat from the "Sword Lord Patriarch" he had seen back then, the mighty power it displayed was scarcely any different. Who else could it be but the Patriarch?
I knew it. The Patriarch would never abandon me!
I still have a chance.
True Lord Cheng Tian Zhengde was elated. He did not doubt for a moment that the figure before him was the "Patriarch"—or rather, he was unwilling to think in that direction.
Especially at a time like this.
His lifespan was nearing its end. Though his consciousness would no longer sink into oblivion, once he died, there would inevitably be Variables before his return, and he would not