In the chaos, the River of Destiny surged onward.
Su Yi and the Feather-Robed Man looked at each other, both seeing the surprise on the other's face.
The Feather-Robed Man spoke first. "My name is Shui Yuan. This is an imprint of my will. I have existed since the Original Realm was opened. Here, I alone retain a sliver of consciousness; the spirits within the imprints of my fellow Daoists were long since ground away."
Su Yi seemed thoughtful. "You are... an Ancient Immortal?"
The Feather-Robed Man calling himself Shui Yuan gave a self-mocking smile. "The immortal path is vast and elusive, yet it perished long ago in the Battle of Establishing the Dao. Even at my peak, I was unworthy of the word 'immortal.'"
After saying that, he let out a long sigh, filled with melancholy.
Su Yi raised his brows. He could clearly sense that the other party's strength in the Dao Truth Realm was unimaginably formidable, a notch stronger than the nine supreme experts who had left their imprints on the Contending Battlefield.
Such an existence was unworthy of the word "immortal"?
Then what sort of Dao Path had those "Ancient Immortals" from the beginning of the Chaos Epoch sought?
As his thoughts turned, Su Yi said, "I once saw some Chaos Initial Ancestors on the Ninefold Sky Road, such as the Cloud Immortal and the Heavenly Punishment Immortal. Could they... be considered Ancient Immortals?"
"The Cloud Immortal? The Heavenly Punishment Immortal?"
A dazed look surfaced in Shui Yuan's eyes. He sighed. "To be honest with you, Daoist, only a wisp of my consciousness remains, and my memories have long scattered to the winds. Perhaps I once knew them, but... now, I can no longer recall anything."
A trace of desolation appeared between his brows. "The me