Gai Jiuyou, the Dao Proving One

One on the Verge of Attaining the Dao, Gai Jiuyou

"Who was the first to awaken from the great dream? I alone have known all my life."

The ancient divine coffin rumbled as it was pushed open from within. A handsome young Daoist sat halfway up, laughing aloud as he stretched lazily and let out a satisfied yawn.

"Fine poetry, fine poetry..."

The speaker was an elderly cultivator past fifty, with sparse hair, a grizzled beard, and a skeletal frame. He always looked sickly, yet possessed a simple, unpretentious air.

Like an old farmer in the fields, he stood before the coffin with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"Who are you?"

The Human Sacred Body, who had been stretching, immediately tensed like a startled wildcat and stared at the mysterious old man before the coffin as though facing a great enemy.

As a mighty figure of the second Immortal realm, an existence comparable to the leader of a great sect, he had not sensed this seemingly ordinary cultivator approaching him at all. It was simply too strange.

"Me? I have long forgotten my name and know nothing of the past."

"When I gaze back, all that remains is pain and wounds. You may call me the Sick Old Man."

The sickly old man spoke slowly, his eyes clouded and distant.

"Celestial Pivot above, it's actually this great senior of the human race..."

Ye Fan's body gave a violent shudder, and he hurriedly lowered his gaze.

Fortunately, the mysterious old man who called himself the Sick Old Man had sunk into his memories and did not notice the Human Sacred Body's odd reaction. He merely continued speaking to himself.

"Senior, when did you discover me?"

Ye Fan leaped out of the ancient divine coffin and discreetly put it away.

"This