Lu Rang's blade of grass had actually manifested such a terrifying scene!
Everyone was utterly stunned.
"Why... do I feel like this blade of grass came walking out of the primordial chaos of the universe..."
"It seems to have weathered countless ages. It's only a blade of grass, yet I see countless eras destroyed around it..."
"What level of life-form is this, exactly?!"
For a moment, everyone present was deeply shaken.
When Cyan Venerable saw that blade of grass, his pupils instantly contracted!
His body began trembling despite himself, and he murmured:
"No... This is impossible..."
"Back then, I was slain by the black hand on the black path. That blade of grass had clearly been taken away... How could it have... grown until now?!"
He was baffled to the extreme, as though he had thought of something.
"Back then, this blade of grass followed me and had gone through no more than nine transformations... Yet now, it has endured ten thousand layers of life and death..."
He murmured:
"Could it be that after entering the other side of the path, it didn't die immediately..."
He did not know.
But he was certain that this blade of grass was indeed the very one that had belonged to him back then.
"What happened to those imprints? And the seeds? Where did they go?"
He asked the question aloud.
Since this blade of grass had not died, did the seeds from the White Mist Ancestor Realm still exist???
And just then, a faint thought suddenly emerged from the blade of grass:
"...At the end of the ten thousand Daos, she entered the darkness, endured life and death and severed three souls, shattered the dark curtain and extinguished ten spirits. In the place of ultimate darkness, she planted a White Mist world..."
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