Bamboo Void let out a sigh. In the past, whether he wanted to know something or not, he would know it.
But now, he could not predict the course events would take at all.
"What is the real purpose of your visit this time?"
The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes at Bamboo Void before him.
"Purpose? No purpose. I merely came to see whether you old bastard was dead yet, and to get a look at this so-called invincible one of the Human Race. He is nothing special—compared to that person, he falls short by more than a little."
With a wave of Bamboo Void's hand, a folding fan suddenly appeared in his grasp. He snapped it open with his right hand and leisurely fanned himself.
"No need for your concern. This old man will not die so easily. As for him, do not rashly pass judgment on a future that even you cannot see."
The old man gave a derisive snort. Just moments ago, Bamboo Void had said that everything had slipped beyond his control and that he could not see even the slightest trace of the future.
And now he was saying Ye Lin was inadequate.
Heh... ridiculous.
"Enough. I'm leaving."
Bamboo Void waved his hand, and his entire figure instantly vanished.
Only after Bamboo Void left did Mo Cang finally let out a breath of relief. Facing a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was simply too oppressive.
That feeling that the Great Dao accompanied his every movement made it seem as though he could crush Mo Cang to death with a single hand.
"So this is a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal? Too powerful."
Mo Cang muttered to himself.
"He was merely a dharma body. His true body may still be slumbering. What you just saw was only