Cihang has been reborn, arriving at the pivotal moment to apprentice at Kunlun.

A Saint's disciple? An existence envied by billions of beings in the Desolate Era.

Yet this would become the source of his lifelong sorrow.

"Cihang, are you willing to take me as your master?"

On the high dais, a cloud-throne sat; Yuanshi's face wore stern majesty.

"Cihang, you know your foundation is shallow; you have no affinity with the Saint's Great Dao."

Cihang bears immense pressure, his tone unusually resolute.

Yuanshi's expression shifted; the invisible pressure nearly knocked Cihang to the ground.

Yet even so, he felt no trace of regret.

"Our fates are indeed shallow; go!"

Yuanshi simply waved his hand, sending Cihang out of Kunlun.

In the final moment, Cihang saw the mocking, disdainful gazes of those old friends.

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Desolate Era: Cihang's Rebirth, Refusing the Profound Gate and Buddha