Wanrong was leaving. He could hardly be called a fugitive. Even before the Heavenly Dao Prophet, the Heavenly Dao itself, or the Li Family members who had attacked Daochu before his departure, he had no need to flee—at least, not in such a sorry state.
At the dawn of heaven and earth and during that Endless Night, he had been his teacher's first disciple. The [Qi Refiner Cultivation Manual] his teacher had given him had already taught him more about the foundations of cultivation than any other immortal. His foundations were solid, and at the dawn of creation, he had been like a fish in water. Thus, during that Endless Night, he had gained more than any other immortal.
His phoenix fire, for instance, had seized many powerful laws, such as [Mountain] and [Sun]. During that Endless Night, he had also devoured the progenitor of fire, whose might had overshadowed an entire age, and slain the progenitor who embodied destruction.
Yet even someone as powerful as him faced a truth harder to accept than being abandoned by his teacher.
Once the truth of the world, the origins of the immortals, and the path they had traveled were no longer secrets, the lies the Heavenly Dao had woven since the dawn of creation became a towering flood, capable of crushing the world's strongest defenses.
Immortals were not gods standing high above all others. They were a band of pitiful creatures, manipulated and used to create the world and convert its spiritual energy.
"Teacher, why?"
Darkness shrouded the world. Wanrong knelt upon the clouds. Fortunately, the last vestige of an immortal's pride kept the confusion in his heart from bursting its banks. He knew the person he revered most in his life would surely hear his cries, so he demanded of the