Tian Chenzi's heart was rocked by tempestuous waves that refused to calm for a long time.
He felt as though he were witnessing a buried chapter of ancient history, with a spark of fire kindling amid dust-covered ruins.
The flame was so frail, yet it contained terrifying potential enough to burn the Myriad Worlds to ashes.
Yang Lingtian, the newly risen sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect.
The implications were enough to overturn the entire existing order of the Divine Realm.
Tian Chenzi had lived through endless ages and long since attained a heart as still as water, yet at this moment, his Dao heart trembled violently, nearly beyond his control.
He looked at Yang Lingtian as though he were looking at a colossal karma walking through the world, an eye of the storm powerful enough to churn the winds and clouds of the ages.
He had wanted to say something—to advise him, warn him, or even stop him.
Because that road was simply too difficult, difficult enough to drive a person to despair.
Yet when he saw Yang Lingtian's eyes, still as ancient wells, every word caught in his throat.
What kind of eyes were they? Deep, cold, resolute.
Nothing in this world could shake his will.
Even if billions of Gods and Devils blocked his path, even if the Myriad Worlds stood against him,
he would still stride forward without hesitation and crush everything beneath his feet.
Tian Chenzi had seen such eyes only in ancient murals, in the figures of those supreme beings who had split Heaven and Earth.
"Pavilion Master."
Just as Tian Chenzi's mind churned, Yang Lingtian's indifferent voice rang out.
Like a basin of cold water, it doused him awake from his tangled emotions.
"The past is gone. Dwelling on it is useless."