"Immortal, you're finally alive." Ying Tianxian had been born with the bearing of an emperor. His words carried majesty and an ethereal quality, as though an immortal from a story had stepped out of a book.
Ying Tianxian looked at the Immortal Fairy, his thoughts surging like the tides: "History changes, the years shift, and how many dynasties have risen and fallen, reduced to ruins and grains of sand?"
"Those who have passed cannot be pursued, and bygone events have turned to sand and cannot be reshaped. Now, how many people have personally witnessed the ancient age when countless prodigies rose together and dragons and snakes emerged from the earth? How many still remember the era when the world was settled and the Five Immortals governed it?"
"Back then, after learning of your future through the historical projection, I anticipated what would happen today and waited here for your return, Immortal."
"Daoist friend, it's been a long time. Have you been well?"
Ying Tianxian seemed to have walked out from the end of the river of history, a dense aura of history and profound heritage surging toward them.
His eyes were deep, as though they could see through everything in the world. No secret could hide from him, and every possible change lay within his predictions.
Even the Qilin Immortal had never given Lu Yang this feeling.
He wore a white robe and white boots, standing with his hands behind his back. He took one step forward, then slammed into the barrier of the mental space with a clang, his head snapping backward.
"Wait, why is this kid's mental space so sturdy?"
Ying Tianxian stood outside Lu Yang's mental space and knocked on the barrier before him, producing a dull sound.
He had originally intended to pass through the barrier