A man in silver robes appeared before Jiang Chuan.
He wore a white robe, as pure as freshly fallen snow.
His silver hair cascaded down to his waist like a waterfall.
His face was stern and pale, as though carved from millennium-old cold jade.
His brows were like sharp swords, slanting into his temples with a fierce, heroic air.
His eyes were hollow, as deep as black holes in the cosmos, as though they could draw in all tangible things, turning them into nothingness.
There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes—only endless indifference and deathly stillness, as though everything in the world had nothing to do with him, and only nothingness was his final home.
"Eh? The Two Energies Returning to Void Scripture! You cultivated the Two Energies Returning to Void Scripture as well."
Sensing that familiar aura, Jiang Chuan looked surprised. "No wonder you took Return to Void as your title. So that was it."
"Whether Immortal Scriptures or Immortal Treasures, neither is truly precious. What is precious are Immortal Scriptures that can be cultivated to completion and Immortal Treasures that can be used."
The Return to Void Demonic Immortal remained expressionless, as though he were not a person but a weapon devoid of feeling.
"Shanhai Ancient Immortal once exchanged Immortal Scriptures with me as well. I gained something from it, but regrettably, his talent was lacking, and he failed to advance even an inch."
Jiang Chuan nodded. "Shanhai's talent was indeed rather ordinary."
"Return to Void, should I say you have guts, or that Slaughtering Immortals entrusted the task to the wrong person?"
Drizzle Ancient Immortal stood upon the deck of the Star-Piercing Divine Boat, a cold smile on his face.
"Only Blood Sea remains to protect the Dao for the Slaughtering Immortals Demonic Immortal.