Though he said he was leaving, Wang Xuan still lingered for several decades. For no other reason than that, he boldly charged toward the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella, studying the peculiar sights that occasionally appeared there.
In the end, he frowned. Once again, he fell into an inexplicable black domain and nearly sank into slumber there.
Wang Xuan realized that he was not a True Saint. Even if he could remain awake during the Era of Eternal Silence, some taboo rules simply could not be challenged. They were exceedingly dangerous.
After that, he no longer insisted on approaching and studying the Eternal Silence Black Umbrella.
Forty-seven years later, while strolling through the starry sky, his body suddenly tensed. His All-Domain Six-time Limit Breaking senses were exceptionally sharp. He stood at the edge of the mist and looked into the distance.
Space-time shattered. A blood-covered being fell from above. Moreover, the other party's spiritual awareness was powerful enough to sense him, and it immediately swept its gaze around. "Who?!"
"A passerby," Wang Xuan replied.
"Get out here!" The forbidden armor on that being's body was shattered, its hair hung loose and disheveled, and some wounds were difficult to heal. It had a terrible temper and was extremely irritable.
"You unfilial descendant, is that any way to speak to your patriarch?" Wang Xuan replied coldly. What kind of logic was that? He had not provoked the other party, so there was no need for polite words.
"Hm?" The being opposite him seemed startled. It opened its Lightning Fire Heavenly Eye and scanned the void here. It had been severely injured and had fled here, so it was in an awful mood.
After so many silent years, Wang Xuan had finally seen a living Supernatural Practitioner. He had quite the "urge to talk"—it