Time flew by.
Three days passed.
Although Li Zhōujūn now held the status of Supreme Elder, he still chose to remain at Yunju Mountain.
That also made it convenient for him to teach the two little girls in their cultivation.
Of course, most of the time, Sū Nán and Lu Zhining cultivated on their own. Only when they encountered problems that were difficult to overcome would they seek Li Zhōujūn's guidance.
As Li Zhōujūn put it, "A master leads you through the door, but cultivation depends on the individual."
So today, Li Zhōujūn took a fishing rod and a stool and walked toward the lakeside atop Yunju Mountain, preparing to fish and begin his leisurely life as an idle fish.
At an unknown mountain.
The peak trembled violently.
A crack split open through the middle of the mountain. The entire peak let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, and dust billowed into the air.
Immediately afterward, a figure emerged from the crack in the mountain amid the dust.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a handsome man dressed in white, with a face as delicate as a woman's and a pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes, raised his head and glanced at the sky.
"A whole ten thousand years have passed. I wonder if anyone still remembers this lord."
The Phoenix-eyed Man licked the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes. "Who is the strongest person in the world now? This lord is looking forward to finding out..."
A gust of wind blew over.
The Phoenix-eyed Man's figure scattered in the wind where he stood.
It had merely been an afterimage.
His true body had already arrived in a great city.
Pedestrians streamed along the streets. As he walked among the crowd, his bearing seemed to rise above the dust