The Divine Origin Immortal Palace

Li Ya and Zuo Yijian could no longer remember how many years it had been since they had last seen each other. They only felt it had been a very, very distant thing.

Old friends meeting in a foreign land, with more than a million years between them—both men's hearts filled with emotion.

An Xin stopped, letting the two of them catch up. Zuo Yijian looked at the Li Ya of today and felt deeply happy. He thought back to more than four million years ago, when Li Ya had only been an ordinary disciple within the Taixuan Sect. Back then, geniuses like An Hao and Wu Jue had pressed down above him. Who could have imagined that, more than four million years later, An Hao and Wu Jue would have vanished without a trace, while Li Ya would become the Number One sword cultivator Under Heaven?

As a sword cultivator, Zuo Yijian naturally paid close attention to that title.

In the course of their reminiscing, he could sense the vast Sword Intent contained within Li Ya's body, and it secretly startled him.

How had this kid cultivated?

He had come to Wushi and bathed every day in Sword Venerable Fudao's Dao Intent, only then achieving what he had today.

Yet compared with Li Ya, he felt his own Sword Dao amounted to nothing at all.

Little did he know, Li Ya was just as shocked. Zuo Yijian reaching the Carefree Immortal Realm was something he could understand, but on what grounds was his Sword Dao this formidable too?

As the two chatted on, their excitement began to fade.

An Xin, Li Xuanyu, and Li Xianyou could clearly sense the shift in their moods. The atmosphere was extremely subtle.

In the end, An Xin took the initiative to speak, saying