Fortunately, Li Zhi was not a True Immortal, but a genuine Immortal King—moreover, an Immortal King at the peak level.
Passing through a barrier constructed from the supreme Power of Judgment, Li Zhi stepped onto the altar.
Standing at the very center of the altar, Li Zhi cast a time-reversal divine ability and seemed to return to the most prosperous era of the Primordial Imperial City.
One Immortal King after another rose to prominence here, only to meet their end in this place.
By the end of the Immortal Ancient Period, the Immortal Kings in the Primordial Imperial City had vanished completely. Only seven Quasi-Immortal Kings remained, known as the Seven Border Kings.
Witnessing the rise and fall of this city in the River of Time, and even seeing the moment Immortal Kings were enfeoffed during the Primordial Imperial City's golden age, deeply moved Li Zhi.
When his mind returned from the River of Time, he sat directly on the altar and comprehended everything he had seen.
Flowers bloomed and withered. The Immortal Kings who had once been glorious beyond compare had now all fallen.
What did the blessings of all the races matter? What did defeating countless enemies matter? What did protecting all creation matter...
In the end, it had all come to nothing.
Li Zhi's mood suddenly sank into utter despondency, as if the fate of the Primordial Imperial City had filled him with disappointment in life.
A desolate aura erupted from his body.
It was as if the regrets accumulated by the Immortal Kings who had fallen throughout the ages had all converged upon him at this moment.
A strange, dark-red aura gradually gathered above his head, as though it were condensing into a Golden Circlet that would be placed around Li Zhi's forehead, completely locking his