The End Finally Arrived

In the end, people could spend their whole lives trapped by what they could never have.

Whether they were mortals or cultivators.

Just as Kong Yang had been consumed by his obsession with leaving a treasured immortal artifact for the Empty Mountain Sect.

After presiding over Lingxiao Temple for fourteen thousand years, Lou Ye had still left nothing worth praising. Among the thirty-one Ascension Realm cultivators in Chenping Continent's history, he could only be called mediocre. Yet he, too, had an obsession of his own.

To have his name go down in history.

Even if his body perished and his Dao ended, Lou Ye would fulfill his lifelong wish.

What, in the end, was the purpose of cultivating immortality?

And where, exactly, did the Immortal Dao lead?

These were questions that troubled every cultivator in the world. Yet almost every cultivator had an answer of their own, one that was utterly unique.

What was his own answer?

All this time, Chen Yan had seemed to have no time to think about it.

Because he had always been pushed forward along his path by the so-called "Heavenly Dao" and "fate."

Chen Yan said no more to Lou Ye. He simply stood in the great hall and bowed deeply to the Ascension Realm True Person before him, who had already prepared himself to die.

It was a gesture of respect for Lou Ye.

Lou Ye, in turn, calmly bowed back to Chen Yan.

A trace of relief, almost like deliverance, even flickered in his eyes.

Three days later, at Wanfa Platform on Du Cang Mountain.

The nine Ascension Realm cultivators currently in Chenping Continent, along with Mister You, had gathered upon the platform forged from Heavenly Derivation Stone.

Mister You stood off to one side, alone, with his hands clasped behind