Stars, moon, sun, clouds, and rain filled the heavens, and an immortal descended to the mortal world.
Even in the present day, plenty of films and television shows drew on such themes.
But most people regarded them as nothing more than myths.
It was genuinely rare to hear anyone bring them up in real life.
"I heard someone mention that Gu Xin gained enlightenment through his injury. Instead of weakening, he made a leap in strength and advanced to the ninth rank of the Martial Dao.
He was only a year older than my father was when he reached the ninth rank.
With an achievement like that, quite a few people actually believed he was the Cloud Immortal's successor."
As Li Yuan listened to Xia Zhao describe the man, he felt there had to be more to it.
"Besides his strength, was there something else that people connected to mysticism?"
A connection to some Cloud Immortal could not possibly rest on strength alone.
Xia Zhao's achievements in the Martial Dao were outstanding, so why did she have no such divine associations?
"There was indeed more to it. Gu Xin taught himself the Art of Reading People and the Art of Reading the Heavens.
He successfully predicted things that had yet to happen on several occasions.
Afterward, those claims gradually began to spread."
Once Xia Zhao explained this, Li Yuan had a rough idea of what was going on.
People who played these games usually liked to use psychological tactics.
That was how he could occupy Little Creek Mountain, taking over the Xia Family's prized cultivation site, yet still make it difficult for them to forcefully tell him to leave.
"Dealing with someone like that will indeed be troublesome.
Unless something unexpected happens, this supposed reincarnation of the Cloud Immortal will