The Blood Left Behind by the Nine-Star Ancient God

"You were able to come here—that is fate. The past is like smoke; there is no use entangling yourself in it. What matters is the future. The enemies beyond the realm... perhaps they never truly went away."

"This starry sky appears peaceful, yet undercurrents still run beneath its surface. Having received this inheritance, you have also taken on a thread of karma. On the road ahead, you must watch every step and keep your Dao heart firm."

Tian Daozi gave Luo Chuan no further chance to press for details. It was as though uttering the words "powerhouses beyond the realm" had already drained the last strength his remnant soul possessed to speak of the matter.

The exact course of that battle, the faces of those traitors, the names and methods of the enemies beyond the realm...

All of it was sealed once more beneath the dust of time with his soft sigh, leaving behind only a vague yet perilous warning.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan knew that further questions would yield no more answers. Instead, they might stir wounds within the senior's remnant soul that he was unwilling to revisit.

"This junior will bear Senior's teachings in mind. I will cultivate diligently without cease, live up to this opportunity, and not fail Senior's trust."

Tian Daozi looked at his youthful yet resolute face. A nearly imperceptible trace of relief flickered through his eyes. He nodded lightly and said no more.

The atmosphere within the bamboo pavilion returned to stillness. Yet within that stillness now lay a weight born of the distant past, along with a warning pointing toward the unknown future.

Tian Daozi's phantom remnant soul swayed faintly within the pavilion's glow, as though it might disperse at any moment. Clearly, he had long been nearing his limit.

Had Luo Chuan