The sea of clouds churned, and the aura of tribulation steamed upward.
As the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and the monk spoke, many people were utterly bewildered.
Xiao Jian?
Who was that?
Yet Wang Zhiwu and Lu Shi, two experts who had participated in the Battle of Establishing the Dao, immediately thought of someone.
That man wore a simple robe and looked like a scholar, yet he had once fought alone across Endless Spacetime, standing against multiple Heavenly Emperors!
But until the Battle of Establishing the Dao came to an end, no one had known Xiao Jian's origins or his relationship with Su Yi.
"Xiao Jian wasn't dead?"
Lu Shi's heart trembled.
He clearly remembered that, after the Battle of Establishing the Dao ended, there had been conclusive reports that Xiao Jian had died.
"Xiao Jian? So this is Daoist Su's true trump card? It seems those two old guys know Xiao Jian too."
Wang Zhiwu muttered inwardly.
One hand gripped the Legend Book tightly, while the other had already seized its final page. The moment Su Yi encountered danger, he intended to unleash his greatest trump card without hesitation.
High in the heavens, deep within the sea of clouds.
Su Yi held the Book of Fate in one hand and clasped the other behind his back. His gaze swept across the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and the monk, and he could not help but smile. "The two of you still haven't decided the victor. It seems breaking the shackles of fate does not necessarily mean comprehending fate's true essence."
His voice rang out like clear jade pendants striking one another, resounding between heaven and earth.
At this moment, he was Xiao Jian!
The monk pressed his palms together and sighed softly.
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor