"Could it be... he's dead?" A young figure traveled through the void of the universe.
He muttered to himself from time to time.
"Impossible. Great-Uncle was such a breathtaking genius, such a heaven-blessed talent. How could he possibly be dead?"
He repeatedly denied his own judgment.
"But in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Even our True Martial School has emerged from the chaos caused by the Demon Worship Sect. Why is there still no sign of Great-Uncle?"
This person was none other than Ye Fengyun.
At this moment, he was constantly searching through the void. In truth, he had conducted searches like this countless times over the past hundred years. Almost every so often, he would come out to search once. He absolutely refused to believe that his great-uncle, who had caused the entire Demon Worship Sect army to perish, could actually have died.
That small world had completely collapsed, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.
The star beasts once kept there for newcomers to hone their skills had already gone completely extinct. It was said that an archenemy of the True Martial School had once been imprisoned there, but he had also vanished entirely amid that chaos.
Before long, the upper echelons of the True Martial School sealed off that region and suppressed the news. After more than a hundred years, not many people still remembered that place. Ye Fengyun was one of them, because his great-uncle had disappeared there.
To him, his great-uncle had been his greatest idol ever since childhood. He had grown up listening to the legends of Ye Xiwen.
He simply could not believe that the myth and legend he believed in would one day meet its destruction.
Even though a hundred years had passed and he had entered