The Great Path Divides North and South; Different Roads Lead to Different Destinations-In the End, True Martial Would Battle the South Pole!

The wind swept over the waves of trees atop the mountain. In a thousand years, Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole had rarely left South Pole Longevity Heaven. Now he gazed at the black-robed True Martial, still as relaxed and unrestrained as ever, and extended a hand in invitation. "Daoist True Martial, the weather is fine today, and fate has brought us together. Why not come up and share a cup of wine?"

Qi WuHuo calmly stepped forward and entered the pavilion.

There were no hidden tricks or traps in the pavilion.

At their level, traps and ambushes were meaningless. Neither Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole, whose vitality was inexhaustible, nor True Martial Great Emperor, peerless in slaughter and sweeping away all demons, could inflict decisive harm on the other in an instant.

Instead, Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole poured Qi WuHuo a cup of wine and set the celadon jade flask on the table. He, too, raised his cup and said, "...Truly unbelievable."

"I've imagined this moment many times."

"I wondered who would eventually stand before me. The least likely was Gou Chen, followed by Houtu. Ziwei seemed the most likely. I even considered your teacher. Under the immense pressure of the final tribulation, even the Three Pure Dao Ancestors, high above and beyond the world, would intervene to stop me."

"But I never imagined that the one who would ultimately stand in my way would be you, Qi WuHuo."

"A young Daoist who was still just a junior a thousand years ago."

"Though this isn't the first time I've marveled at it, the mysteries of cause and effect in this world are so unfathomable that one can only sigh in wonder..." Qi WuHuo looked at the clear wine in his cup, which reflected