Turbid waves stretched for tens of thousands of miles, with no end in sight.
Chongxuan Zun stood upon the Solar Divine Palace, crossing on in white robes. He looked less like he had come to brave danger than to take an outing. Amid these murky waves and dim skies, he remained steadfastly himself. Ignoring the evil manifestations surging toward him from every direction, he drifted leisurely away.
Kou Xuejiao trod upon faintly visible threads of mortal world, racing through the air as though skirting an abyssal cliff, forever separated from Calamity Water itself by a single layer.
"There's a question I've always wanted to ask the Marquis of Champions." Kou Xuejiao cautiously swept her gaze over their surroundings. "How do you view the Blood River Sect?"
"There isn't much need for that question." Chongxuan Zun's tone was indifferent. "The Long River of Time flows ever onward; a thousand years or ten thousand years changes nothing. History will naturally render a fair judgment. Would the voices of the world not outweigh a single word from Chongxuan Zun?"
"There is every need for this question." Kou Xuejiao glanced back at him. "The people of the world speak for the world; Chongxuan Zun speaks for Chongxuan Zun. When the former Sect Master was alive, he had always greatly admired you. When he first saw you in the Lost Realm, he was struck as though beholding a celestial being, and even after returning to the sect, he could not put you out of his mind. In private, he mentioned you to us many times. He believed you were a true seed of cultivation, a genius unseen in an age. If you could take charge of the Blood River Sect, you would surely renew its glory of fifty thousand years. Even until he sacrificed himself