Xiao Jian!
Su Yi's past incarnation—a fathomless figure with means that reached the heavens. Su Yi would never forget what he had experienced on the Ancient God Road.
He still remembered how Xiao Jian had even been able to make a move on the Ancient God Road, intercepting those great figures upon the River of Destiny!
Such a figure was far more dangerous than any other great enemies.
In truth, amid the present dark and chaotic age, the opponents truly worthy of Su Yi's concern and vigilance could be counted on one hand.
And Xiao Jian was one of them!
Yet even now, Su Yi could not understand how Xiao Jian had survived from those bygone years that had vanished into the past.
It was simply unbelievable.
After all, Xiao Jian's Dao cultivation and power were still sealed within the Nine Hells Sword.
If he had lost the Dao cultivation he possessed in life, how had he been able to suppress the rulers of the various Epoch Civilizations on the Ancient God Road?
There were simply too many strange and abnormal things hidden within this.
The only thing Su Yi could be certain of was that, if Xiao Jian descended upon this world during the Dark Mythology Era, only one of them was destined to survive!
If only that old fellow He Bo were here. He would certainly know more about Xiao Jian's background than I do.
Su Yi thought to himself.
Shaking his head, Su Yi stopped dwelling on it and turned to leave.
As he departed, peach blossoms blazed across the island, tree shadows danced in shifting grace, and everyone waved farewell.
In the blink of an eye, Su Yi had lived in seclusion on Qixia Island for seven years.
It was not particularly long.
Yet, with the