"Mythic! It's been a long time..."
"Mythic..."
The moment those words were spoken, Ling Xiao felt as though his head were about to explode.
"Mythic... I am that Lord of Mythic?"
The beings of the True Realm and the heroic spirits of the Mythic Battlefield were all left dumbstruck.
What had they just heard?
Ling Xiao was that Lord of Mythic?
"Heh, it seems Fellow Daoist Mythic has yet to recover his memories. Perhaps after these endless Reincarnations, your true spirit has grown faint."
The Lord of the Law Realm spoke with a half-smile, his tone carrying a trace of wistfulness.
"Do you see those corpses? They are all you—marks left behind by your reincarnations.
"Whenever the time came, we would appear to stop you from ascending to the Great Dao of Infinity and shatter every last one of your hopes."
The Lord of the Thousand Autumn Realm followed with a smile, his gaze icy and cruel.
"Where is that seed?"
"I have asked you that question tens of millions of times, yet unfortunately, you never gave me an answer."
"We sealed away your true spirit and sent it into endless reincarnations, hoping to find traces of it there."
The twelve Realm Lords looked down upon Ling Xiao as they spoke unhurriedly.
Everything had finally come to light. Ling Xiao was the strongest Lord of the Mythic Realm before the Age of Origin.
After the great battle, he had taken away the Lords of the Three Realms, but in the end, he had still fallen under a joint assault.
An existence like the Great Dao of Infinity remained immortal after death—or rather, could not die at all.
Thus, the Lord of the Primordial Beginning Realm, together with the Lord of the Law Realm, the Treasure Realm, the Beast Emperor, and