Taishang Laojun also studied Uchiha Shin. He remembered that when he had first met Uchiha Shin, Shin had merely been a minor cultivator, still looking somewhat immature.
Now that so many years had passed, Uchiha Shin's strength had grown considerably. But what had grown even more was the look in his eyes, the aura he carried.
Uchiha Shin was now far more composed than before, his gaze calm and unruffled. At times, even Taishang Laojun could not fathom what Uchiha Shin was thinking.
Among the gods of the Three Realms, Uchiha Shin was considered quite young. Yet he possessed such a state of mind, which was truly astonishing.
Taishang Laojun suddenly raised his right hand and tapped his index finger toward Uchiha Shin's chest.
Uchiha Shin neither dodged nor resisted. There was no point in doing so—if Taishang Laojun truly wished to make a move, he would not be able to stop him.
He only felt a warm current enter his chest before swiftly withdrawing again.
Uchiha Shin was unaffected, but surprise appeared in Taishang Laojun's eyes. He seemed somewhat incredulous.
"Mystic Spirit King, I truly did not expect your will to be so resolute and powerful. Even my spiritual power finds it difficult to enter your heart," Taishang Laojun said with a smile as he looked at Uchiha Shin.
Uchiha Shin merely smiled faintly. Many people had said such things about his will, but he himself felt nothing in particular. Perhaps he had simply grown indifferent to it.
"If I had possessed a will like yours back then, I might already have controlled the entire Three Realms and ruled over the Deva Path!" Taishang Laojun said with a smile.
Uchiha Shin smiled as well. "Though the eastern corner may be lost, it is not too late to make up