Before long, through word of mouth, many of the younger generation finally learned who Five-Colored Wing Lord was. Back then, he had been an invincible Emperor Lord whose name shook the world, his cultivation so profound that no one could rival him.
Later, he gradually vanished from everyone's sight. Some said he had passed away in meditation, while others claimed he had gone Beyond the Heavens in search of fortune, striving for that sliver of hope for survival.
As time passed, even the most illustrious reputation would be forgotten. Soon, as Five-Colored Wing Lord appeared less and less, those who still knew of his fame slowly became old antiques.
Among the new generation, there were already very few who knew of his existence.
"So it was you?" Night Emperor's expression grew ever colder. Within his eyes, heaven and earth seemed to rise and perish, constantly brewing astonishing laws of the Great Dao.
"That's right, Night Emperor. I never thought we would live to meet again!" Five-Colored Wing Lord spoke slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse and aged.
"I truly never expected it. Have you recovered from that spear wound?" Night Emperor said blandly.
The crowd erupted into an uproar. None of them were fools; how could they fail to infer that the spear wound Night Emperor mentioned was the injury inflicted by his Darkness Emperor Spear? Had the two fought before?
"Very well. No need for your concern!" Five-Colored Wing Lord said indifferently. "Among those who attacked my clan's holy land back then, you ranked at the very bottom. Yet who would have thought that one day, you would become one of the Ten Great Emperor Lords of the Creation God Dynasty? And who would have thought that you would betray the Creation God Dynasty and throw yourself into the Outer