When Daoist Lan Yi stepped out of his temporary secluded retreat,
there were people everywhere outside.
There were martial artists, Enfeoffed Daoists, Dongyang nobles who had submitted, people who had hurried over from the homeland, and ordinary people responsible for support missions. They had gathered into a vast sea of humanity, all craning their necks toward this God among mortals emerging from Snow Mountain Shrine, their gazes filled with extraordinarily complicated emotions.
A person's gaze was a faint electromagnetic wave.
Amid the convergence of thousands upon thousands of electromagnetic waves,
Lan Yi, standing at the highest point, seemed to hear mountains shouting and seas roaring, to hear the myriad living beings and their scorching emotions. Some revered him as a god, some feared him like a demon, some hoped he would stay, and some longed for him to leave. Yet amid all those complicated emotions, one thing was shared by all.
That was... respect for the strong!
This man!
With his own strength, he had reversed the balance of the world, altered the sun and moon, and blasted the tide of this world's destiny in another direction. Even hundreds or thousands of years later, the history books would still sing of his glorious achievements. History would speak of the year 1909 as divided into two halves, and Lan Yi was the creator of it all.
To respect such an existence was, in itself, to respect oneself.
And he was leaving today.
Lan Yi had merely said that he was returning.
According to the imaginations of people in this era, an immortal had descended to the mortal world, raised armies, endured the Great Tribulation, supported the Han constellation, and completed his merits. Now he was returning to the Immortal Realm, taking his place among the immortals and returning to his rightful