The man's voice was like a stream in a mountain valley, low and distant, piercing through the years, through every mottled trace...
Chen Xun's throat still produced a hoarse sound, as though he had been submerged beneath endless thoughts.
It was as if he had lost the ability to speak. Those familiar words and sentences spun through his mind, yet could not gather into language.
Boom!
Twenty thousand years of memories surged like a tidal wave, crashing into Chen Xun's sea of consciousness. All the joys and sorrows he had once known, all the life-and-death partings, flooded into his heart in that instant.
Countless living beings all said that time was merciless, yet for some reason, Chen Xun felt time's tenderness in that very moment.
The two stood only a few feet apart, quietly gazing at one another.
Buzz!
Time seemed to be flowing backward in madness, returning to the foot of that Sect Master Peak, to that day beneath the brilliant evening glow...
Two young cultivators who had only just entered the Cultivation World nodded heavily to each other beneath the mountain, encouraging one another.
Just as it had been then, just as it was now!
And now, that young cultivator who had led an ox had grown into the ancestor of the Three Thousand Great Worlds' Forbidden Immortal Dao—the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor.
And this man had become one of the Peak Immortals of the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Time had changed beyond recognition. At this moment... the two had actually met at the pinnacle of the immortal path!
"No... no, impossible."
Chen Xun's eyes reddened, his lips trembling violently. The two wooden carts had already fallen to the ground as he staggered backward through the forest step by step. "Someone saw me reclaim Old Bull's immortal power, saw