Ye Xiwen opened his eyes and sighed. At the final moment, he had still fallen short; he had failed to complete the true process of Hua Dao. Using the Demon Summoning Banner with the abilities of a clone had been far too conspicuous, and in the end, it had caused the physical body to collapse outright. If he had truly been nothing more than a Great Sage, he would have been dead beyond death by now.
It was only a clone. Though it had taken considerable effort to create, its collapse was merely its collapse. What was truly regrettable was that the final Hua Dao had not been completed.
A ball of golden light immediately flew over and entered Ye Xiwen's body. It was precisely the clone's Primordial Spirit.
Every detail of those two hundred years surged into his heart, only to end in such a result.
Ye Xiwen suddenly found himself laughable. Truly laughable. He had insisted on painstakingly living an ordinary person's life, hoping to attain the Dao through it, yet he had failed to realize that he had long ceased to be an ordinary person. What had passed was ultimately gone. Perhaps this failed Hua Dao had itself been the will of heaven.
The past was gone forever. No one could turn back time, not even Ye Xiwen.
"Hahahahaha! So that's how it is! So that's how it is! My obsession never existed in the first place—how laughable!" Ye Xiwen burst into laughter, the sound shaking the entire palace.
The entire mountain range trembled beneath that laughter.
Gao Chengsheng abruptly rose to his feet. He lived in another palace and found it strange. Unless it was a day for expounding the Dao, his master had always remained in seclusion. He had been like this throughout the past