Xiao Jian flicked his fingertip.
Whoosh!
The Fragment of Heavenly Dao turned into a wisp of light and fell into his sleeve.
"The early stages of this dark and chaotic age are ultimately meaningless. There isn't a single one worth fighting, and those who can fight are hiding and refusing to come out. It's truly dull."
Xiao Jian sighed. "I might as well find a place and quietly read some tales of the strange and uncanny by myself."
Several months had passed since the curtain rose on the dark and chaotic age.
The world was in turmoil, with bloody winds and rains everywhere, beacon fires stretching to the heavens. Great factions contended for the realm, scheming to seize Fragments of Heavenly Dao and throwing the world into unrest.
Every day, no one knew how many earthshaking battles unfolded.
In the eyes of mortals, immortals fighting was already an unimaginable, heaven-shaking event.
In the eyes of gods, clashes between immortal Divine Lords were already the greatest events in the God Domain.
But in Xiao Jian's eyes, they were nothing more than that.
Perhaps this was the dull chill that came from standing too high, experiencing too much, and seeing too far.
Yet Xiao Jian knew that all of this had only just begun.
With order collapsing and old giving way to new, the balance of power in this world was bound to be completely reshaped.
When that day came, the great fish lying low in the darkness and waiting for their chance would finally surface and stir up wind and waves.
"Forget it, forget it. Heaven is great and earth is great, but neither is greater than reading."
Xiao Jian let out a long breath and strode away.
Reading.
It had always been Xiao Jian's obsession.
Ever since he had first