Lin Cheng said nothing.
The matter had already passed. There was no point digging into it any further.
"Where is my disciple?"
Lin Cheng swept his gaze around and found no trace of Meng Tangtang in the Lesser Immortal Realm. The Jingyun Sect of old was still there, but none of the familiar faces remained... not a single one.
At this sight, Lin Cheng's brows gradually knit together.
Only then did he truly understand what the cruelty of reality meant. Through his faint temporal senses, he could glimpse certain traces: many familiar figures had died because their lifespans had run out.
Their talents had been limited by the Lesser Immortal Realm. Even with an abundance of resources, if they could not leave the Lesser Immortal Realm, how high could their cultivation possibly rise?
Once a million years had passed, everything turned to nothing.
But Meng Tangtang was nowhere to be found.
His disciple had excellent talent. Her strength should have improved considerably.
"She left the Lesser Immortal Realm. Just like you did back then, she crossed reincarnation and went directly to the Heavenly Realm," Dao Master Feihong replied.
Then he added, "However, I sensed some strange power within her—an ancient, weathered aura. It does not seem like something an ordinary person who rose from weakness could possess. Your disciple... if my guess is correct, she may be connected to some deity. She may even be the reincarnation of one."
"The reincarnation of a deity?" Lin Cheng froze.
He suddenly recalled how, when his power of time and space had stirred the Heavenly Realm, countless ancient beings had seized the chance to emerge.
Among them, there seemed to have been deities.
Was Meng Tangtang one of those beings as well?
For a moment, Lin Cheng did not know what he was