The Profound Heaven Dao Sect.
A dragon covered in Purple Radiance and Divine Firmament power abruptly opened its enormous eyes.
"Why am I thinking about the past again?"
It muttered to itself. As the guardian of the Divine Firmament Lineage, it no longer worried much about the legacy passing down to later generations.
Yet that inexplicable feeling had suddenly brought the past back to mind.
That White-robed Daoist had captured a dragon with one hand. He had been far too powerful, leaving an enduring memory deep within its mind.
Now that it had suddenly remembered, it had a guess, but merely shook its head.
"Ah, time flies like a shuttle. The Ancient Era cannot descend, and those people cannot appear again either."
It sighed softly.
Stars filled the sky here, unfurling their radiance.
Divine Firmament lightning formed one thundering lightning pool after another.
Yet the enormous True Dragon at their center had not the slightest fear of the lightning bolts crashing against it.
As an Artifact Spirit, it could live for a very, very long time.
Artifact Spirits were not true living beings, so they did not need to wrest lifespan from heaven and earth.
Throughout those long years, the Ancient Era Epoch had indeed occupied a very important part of its memories.
But old acquaintances, like time, slipped away easily. What had passed would never return-it understood that principle too.
Thus, it did not insist.
Karmic Affinity followed its own course. That was also why it had few attachments.
Besides, for those figures it knew, dragging them back out of fate would be far too arrogant, and would belittle them far too much.
After all, no cultivator would willingly let someone stand above their fate and interfere with their Destiny.
Why should others regret the choices they themselves