He withdrew his gaze from the Southern Borderlands.
Apart from the Southern Borderlands, he had let go of everything in this world along the way.
At the sight before him, he gently let go of even the Southern Borderlands. Now there was no one left in this world who could make him bow and bend the knee.
Not the imperial city of Jinling.
Not the Academy.
Not even his two senior sisters at the Kunlun Daoist Temple.
He had already said farewell to his master and uncle-master, and spoken all that needed saying.
Now, he was like the frozen lake beside the Sword Sect's plaza: as solid as bedrock, beyond anyone's power to stir even the slightest ripple.
He had come from ten thousand miles away to meet the heroes of the Four Great Sects and the six great schools in a battle to the death.
He waited for the heroes of the world to unleash that earth-shattering sword strike, and for the moment when the mountaintop trembled beneath their feet. At the thought, he couldn't help smiling faintly.
Looking down at Nangong Feiyan beneath the sea of clouds, he said, "When you take that step on Flying Immortal Island, you'll realize how foolish you've all been these past years."
Nangong Feiyan, who was climbing the mountain, was startled.
She frowned slightly, but said nothing.
At that moment, she seemed to understand something.
Trying to explain the principles of this world to a monster who had been to the Ninth Heaven and returned was probably proof that she really had become a frog in a well.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help asking with a faint, wry smile, "Many people think you're merely possessed of demonic arts, but they don't know you've already been to the world beyond."
"Tell me,