Could the debate on the Dao between two great existences truly have been interrupted by Jiang Wang?
Ling Xihua's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Jiang Wang himself was equally bewildered.
For the Hearing Bell, on which he had placed such high hopes, had failed to respond to Yu Zhen's old path. It had not even touched Yu Zhen's spirituality. Yet the sword he had sent down his own Dao path, doing all that a man could, had stirred the snow across the skies and frozen the Celestial Vault to the bone.
Could my sword truly have churned the Long River of Time and ruined a Transcendent One's arrangement?
Though his sword edge had found no tangible purchase.
That figure representing Yu Zhen had indeed vanished.
And that majestic figure, crowned with hanging tassels, stepped alone from the Long River of Time and back into the lofty heavens.
In the very process of returning to the heights, both he and the Long River of Time reflected across the Celestial Vault behind him dispersed amid rippling glimmers.
Only a wistful voice remained: "The Supreme Venerable God is not what he seeks."
Then came a sigh—
"Yu Zhen is unwilling."
Even that sigh drifted farther and farther away, until it could no longer be heard.
Unwilling?!
Emperor Yuanxi's arrangement had endured for tens of thousands of years just to win such a possibility—such an opportunity for Patriarch Yu Zhen to return to Transcendence, prove his greatness anew, and continue his legend.
And even so...
Yu Zhen was unwilling?
So many beings of different identities and different designs were present, yet none of them was Yu Zhen. Thus, none could understand Yu Zhen's decision.
But Patriarch Yu Zhen's spirituality and Emperor Yuanxi's lingering remnant had indeed both vanished. For great