A Second Evolution, a Million per Appearance; Inviting the Buddha Ancestor-Art Bell, Art Unraveling

How could the Eighth Sword Immortal save you?

This was within the Ancient Battle God Platform's restricted range, Master Shou! Had Great Emperor Cangsheng's arrow scared the piss out of you? How could you say something so beneath your status? Crack—

It was not only Feng Zhongzui.

Ancient sword cultivators across the Five Domains, every sort of Feng Tiantian, and all kinds of Shou scholars, all watched their perfect filter for Master Shou, the First Sword Immortal, shatter in an instant.

What about your image? Your image! But then again, what image could Master Shou possibly have? Master Shou was merely a title the world had bestowed upon Xu Xiaoshou after Void Island. That was all.

From beginning to end, his image had been rubble.

He had never been a symbol of upright integrity or unyielding defiance unto death.

He had always been a man who courted attention and schemed deeply, from the day he emerged from Tiansang Spirit Palace until now.

Even when facing Ai Cangsheng...

When Feng Zhongzui looked again, he could no longer tell whether Master Shou was truly panicking or merely playing the clown.

If it was an act...

Everyone else was changing.

Yet Master Shou's bizarre "original aspiration" remained unchanged?

If it was real...

At his age, even facing the Ten Seat Holders, was he not allowed to panic? Seen this way, were "upright integrity" and "unyielding defiance unto death" not also shackles that the world had forcibly placed upon the words "Master Shou"?

"Brother!"

Whether the others were panicking, the Storyteller did not know.

Whether Xu Xiaoshou was faking it, the Storyteller did not know either.

Whether the Ancient Battle God Platform was truly unbreakable, the Storyteller could not be bothered to know.

The one thing he knew for certain was that no