The Dao Ancestor Hongjun Has Always Been Destroying the Primordial Wilderness, Yet I Cannot Do So Today? The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation

Qingyuan stood at the boundary between darkness and Chaos, his robes hanging loose, his expression calm.

The chaotic currents at his feet churned without pause. Gray-white waves of mist rose from below, only to disperse near the tips of his shoes, as though blocked by an invisible boundary they could not cross.

His gaze rested on Sect Master Tongtian and did not move.

Sect Master Tongtian stood opposite him, breathing hard.

His chest rose and fell far more sharply than usual. Every breath seemed as though he were trying to draw something extra from the thin Chaos air, trying to steady the emotions that were constantly sinking within him.

He looked at Qingyuan for a long time, his gaze tracing Qingyuan's brow, nose bridge, and jawline, as though searching for something familiar.

The way that young disciple would tilt his head slightly when seeking guidance, the expression he wore while standing in Biyou Palace waiting for him to finish explaining the first opening move of a sword technique, the excitement and joy on his face when they discussed the Dao together...

Those details piled atop one another in his mind, yet he could find none of them on the face before him.

The features were still the same. The shape of his brows and eyes had not changed. Even the way he tied his robes was the old manner he had maintained since those days.

But he could no longer find the feeling he knew.

"Qingyuan... do you still recognize me as your master?"

Sect Master Tongtian's fingers rested on his sword hilt. An indescribable sorrow filled his voice. "Now that you have become one of the strongest beings in the Primordial Wilderness, why would you do such a thing?"

He spoke slowly, as though afraid that speaking too quickly