Change of the Heavenly Yuan (1)

When mortals ponder immortality, it is like peering into an abyss through mist, like sitting at the bottom of a well and gazing at the moon—they cannot behold its true face.

Xu Yuan agreed with his father's words, but only halfway.

Cultivators beneath heaven were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, yet across ten thousand years, only two or three attained immortality.

As one of them, the Woman of the Wen Clan had to be treated with utmost gravity. But when it came to playing a game against the whole world, in his heart, this woman was merely one piece upon the board.

She had lived for fifteen hundred years, witnessed the splendor of the Heaven Gate Sword Immortal, lived through the era of Great Yan's founding ancestor, and even the vast imperial dynasty beneath their feet was but a fraction of the years she had endured.

No one could be certain that the methods possessed by the Woman of the Wen Clan were limited to what she had displayed during the Western Suppression Incident. Spirit Possession, the Void Realm, and the External Body—those three techniques alone already allowed her to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xu Yuan.

Thus, no matter how seriously one regarded such a figure, it would not be excessive.

Yet just as during the many Long Night calamities throughout history, humanity had always produced countless heroes in times of peril, the world of today was likewise an age when the stars of humankind shone brightly.

The Great Yan Emperor and his many princes, the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion Master, and the countless younger generation of the Sect Alliance were all people who had to be taken seriously.

Looking at the graying middle-aged man behind the stone table, Xu Yuan suddenly felt that the collapse of