Daoist Koumen stood amid the empty ruins. He lowered his head to look at himself, then glanced around.
Bukui Daoist and Yang Tianni had left. His younger brother's wife had taken Qin Guan and Xiao Man and left as well.
He was the only one left standing there, all alone.
The wind blew past, making his robes flap loudly, like an old cabbage no one wanted.
"They're all heartless ingrates."
Daoist Koumen muttered, then gazed deeply at the Myriad Worlds and sighed.
"How many tens of thousands of years has it been? I never imagined that the problem left behind from Master's era would be resolved by that kid."
Yang...
Daoist Koumen thought of Yang. At the thought of Yang, his murky eyes filled with complicated emotions.
Back then, Yang had undergone a drastic change in temperament and turned to cultivating the Dao of Heartlessness, all because he wanted to change the laws of heaven and earth and realize the beautiful ideal in his heart.
"Timing and fate—truly, destiny is hard to defy. How can there be right or wrong in this world? It is merely that our thoughts differ."
Daoist Koumen shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Times change, the years overturn. We old people will eventually fade from heaven and earth's stage. The younger generation rises, and a new era has arrived!"
After speaking, Daoist Koumen flew toward Wuji Realm Heaven.
At this moment, the Light Screen projected across the Myriad Worlds had long since vanished, yet everyone remained immersed in shock, unable to extricate themselves.
Cultivators from the Primordial Realm had invaded; Yang Tianni had repelled the enemy with one punch; Qin Guan had fought the Black Clothed Man to the death and stood until the end; finally, Yang had let go and departed. Every scene had