Hua Yunfei hadn't expected the Black Robed Person to be Dao Wuxu, the Progenitor of Tianji Peak. The two of them hadn't seen each other in a very long time.
"Hehe, surprised?" Dao Wuxu chuckled.
"Void Ancestor, you..." Hua Yunfei was astonished, but his brows gradually knitted together.
He hadn't forgotten what he'd just seen through the system. Dao Wuxu had no information, which meant he was most likely a dead spirit!
"I've been dead for many years."
Dao Wuxu waved a hand, unconcerned. "This is only the energy body that remains. It won't last long and will slowly dissipate with time."
Hua Yunfei realized something and turned to look at the ruins of Dao Emperor Hall behind him. "Dao Emperor Hall, Dao Emperor, Dao..."
Dao Wuxu nodded. "I am the Dao Emperor. I founded Dao Emperor Hall, and it ruled the Eastern Universe for many years."
Hua Yunfei took a deep breath. So this Dao Wuxu wasn't that Dao Wuxu. The Dao Wuxu before him was the Dao Wuxu of the Overlord Universe, the Progenitor of Dao Emperor Hall—the Dao Emperor.
"You don't need to look so troubled. Life and death are fated. Dao Emperor Hall's destruction was simply because I wasn't strong enough." Dao Wuxu comforted Hua Yunfei. He saw things clearly and had no regrets.
The eternal theme of this world was strength.
Without strength, one could only watch others' expressions.
If Dao Emperor Hall was destroyed, they had no one but themselves to blame. If they had been strong enough, how could they have been wiped out?
Take Kaoshan Sect, for example. Even after every power, ancient clan, and Daoist lineage under heaven targeted them, hadn't they survived to this day?
That was the importance of strength.
With strength, one really could do whatever one wanted!