The Star River Divine Sect's mountain gate had long since been reduced to ruins.
Fisherman stood alone before the collapsed mountain gate. After a long silence, he let out a long breath.
"Temple Master, Temple Master... in this life, you are the one I admire most, and the one I most want to kill!"
His muttered words still echoed over the ruins as Fisherman turned and left.
Heart-Painting Studio.
"Temple Master, you must come. When the time comes, I'll paint a portrait of you and hang it high above the city gates, so that future generations will not forget your final appearance."
The painter drank freely from his wine jug, laughing with great delight.
For the cultivators of the world, the battle at Purple Cloud Platform had likewise caused a tremendous uproar.
Across the various realms and countless planes of the starry skies, wherever there were cultivators, people were discussing this earthshaking event.
Compared with those great factions, the attitudes of ordinary cultivators were clearly different.
"Granted, times have changed. Primordial Dao Traditions are sprouting up like bamboo shoots after spring rain, and the world of the future will surely be ruled by Feathered Ascension Realm experts. But is there truly no room in this vast world for the Temple Master alone?"
Some Old Generation Figures all felt an inexplicable indignation.
In their hearts, the Temple Master represented an unparalleled legend, a supreme myth that had once illuminated the heavens of the starry skies!
Who knew how many people in this world sincerely revered and admired the Temple Master.
Yet in recent years, the world had undergone tremendous changes. Whether they were those Primordial Dao Traditions or the top Dao traditions of the present age, all regarded the Temple Master as a thorn in their eyes and a