A place bordering the abyss.
A blurred figure sat cross-legged like a withered tree for a long, long time, a layer of inexplicable dust as thin as snow settling upon his body. The fishing rod in his hand had not moved the slightest bit, and he seemed as asleep as could be.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he slowly opened his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said, "If I had known things would turn out like this, why bother back then? Right now, facing that kid, this old man might not have much face left..."
Despite saying that, he still shook his head and cast his gaze down toward the land of ruins.
Within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, Li Qingyun watched the fire from across the river, observing Akshobhya Buddha of the Western Heaven Clan once again suppressing the Abyss Clan, acting much like a spectator watching a play.
Back then, this poor Daoist had used up the strongest trump card of Three Pure Ones Return Flow just to withstand that nearly insoluble suppression and step into the Quasi-Saint realm. The hardship and perils along the way were known to him alone.
Yet now, it seemed that "treatment" was not something reserved for him alone.
Abyss Gumo's Great Dao foundation was only of medium grade at present, yet he still dared to act so flauntingly, incurring the displeasure of the Western Heaven and thereby drawing down the calamity of "Dao collapse." Counting it up, this was a case of "virtue not matching one's standing."
It was somewhat deserved!
"This poor Daoist actually wants to see how the Abyss Clan can break this situation under such circumstances. If they cannot protect Abyss Gumo, then from now on, nobody from the Mighty Abyss Clan need ever dream of stepping out into the