Soul-transmigration had always been Gao Xian's greatest secret. He had never told anyone—not even Qiniang, who was closest to him, knew.
He had never told even Sister Lan about his true origins.
In thousands of years of cultivation, Gao Xian had encountered countless wise and powerful people, yet no one had ever seen through his roots.
Now Primordial Devil Lord had revealed his greatest secret with a single sentence. Even his profound composure could not stop his heart from shuddering violently; his expression changed.
Primordial Devil Lord watched Gao Xian quietly. She didn't look pleased with herself for exposing his secret. She simply observed every shift in his emotions with earnest concentration.
Gao Xian knew he had let himself slip. He composed himself in an instant. Though his soul's transmigration had been a secret, by now it no longer mattered. Even if Primordial Devil Lord knew, what could she do?
As for Primordial Devil Lord's proposal, it held little appeal for him.
In his previous life, he had been only forty. In this life, he had already lived five thousand years.
In his previous life, he had been mediocre and ineffectual. In this life, he had dominated the world, standing supreme in the human realm.
He would miss his previous life, for it was the source of his wisdom and spirit, his starting point. But he didn't particularly want to return to that Blue Star.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with going back for a visit. Even if Blue Star had no spiritual energy, with the wisdom and abilities he had honed over five thousand years, rising above the crowd would be effortless.
But what would be the point...
If the future promised endless splendor, who would have the time or the heart to dwell on the past?
Gao