"Fellow Daoist Wuluo, if we join forces and carve out a supreme Great Luo Heaven, the Immortal Dao will surely reach heights never seen before. Let the epochs rise and perish as they will—the Immortal Dao shall endure through the ages..."
A distant memory from billions of years ago surged into his mind once more.
By Wuluo's ear, his old friend's impassioned voice echoed again.
His friend had been a true peerless prodigy. Whether in talent or temperament, he far surpassed Wuluo in every respect—great wisdom, great courage, unwavering resolve, and a sincere heart. He was a man of purpose, and a man of feeling.
In their era's earliest days, the strong devoured the weak. The strong oppressed the weak, and treated mortals like ants; such things were commonplace.
His friend had grown up in such an environment, yet he was unlike that age. After becoming powerful, he did not oppress others. Instead, he set chaos right and traced matters back to their source, directly creating a world where even lowly cultivators, even ordinary mortals, could grow up in peace.
Back then, everyone—including Wuluo himself—had believed that he could forge an Immortal Dao unlike any before.
But Wuluo had always been cautious by nature. Even though he had nearly been persuaded at the time, he still followed his instincts and chose to play it safe. He did not join his friend in opening Great Luo Heaven, instead becoming a forbidden zone.
Of course, he did not consider himself a coward. This was simply his way of survival.
For countless years, he had always been this way.
And the facts proved that his choice had been correct. Once Great Luo Heaven, which could escape the rise and fall of epochs, had been opened, what followed was not a golden age of