Pure Yang Patriarch withdrew his gaze, turning to look at you with a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes:
"Your current cultivation method and attainments are somewhat more profound than mine were back when I achieved the Dao Embryo Dharma Aspect."
"Had you and I been born in the same era, I wouldn't have been quite so lonely."
You slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Patriarch, though I already understand the key points of the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation, I still have one question—after stepping past the Third Nine Heavenly Tribulation, what realm lies beyond?"
"Beyond the Supreme Grandmaster—what manner of scenery is that?"
Pure Yang Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back: "The path above is a dead-end path. From then on, cultivation has no further path to follow."
"Back then, I suppressed the cultivators of the Three Daos, questioning every cultivator in the world, and none could give me an answer."
"Later, I saw records in ancient scrolls detailing that once there were cultivators who shattered the void with martial might and stepped away into the sky."
The long beard on his chest fluttered without wind:
"Thus, I searched this realm for opponents, sparing no cost to cultivate those worthy of a battle—"
"Regrettably, in the end, all were slain by my blade, and no ascension platform ever opened for me."
You quietly gazed at the Pure Yang Patriarch before you—this figure who, a thousand years ago, shook the Three Daos and was hailed as the closest person in this realm to achieving ascension.
Ordinary mortals only knew of his heaven-reaching cultivation that was invincible for an era back then, yet they scarcely knew that a strategist of his caliber could wake once more from slumber in the present day, a thousand years later.
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