As a First Generation Being, Black Robe Man had very few people worthy of his notice. Even the Supreme Beings who ruled over heaven and earth were beneath him.
But there were a few exceptions, and among them, one person with whom he had crossed paths was more exceptional still.
He still remembered the first time he had met him.
He had been an extremely young Invincible Being, composed and confident, fighting until no one in the world dared call themselves supreme.
That junior had carried so much on his shoulders and accomplished so much. Only then had he earned the right to stand before Black Robe Man and listen to him expound the Dao.
The young man had not stood alone. He had a dazzling group of companions, too—a gathering of nearly the brightest people of later generations, who together had opened a new chapter in ancient history.
But then, some things had happened.
Back then, Black Robe Man had never imagined that the young man would be so audacious, daring to...
Black Robe Man had never admired anyone, but after learning what the young man had done, he could not help but admire him.
After those events, the young man had tried to persuade him, asking him to lend a hand, but Black Robe Man had refused.
He could not intervene—not because he was afraid, but because he did not want to upset the balance. With him on one side, that side would have overwhelming strength. If he helped the young man, he alone could sweep aside everyone else!
But even so, he had gradually been unable to restrain himself, and began putting his own plan into motion...
As it turned out, the reason he had gone so mad was that young man's influence.
That young man had