Chen Xun's heart jolted, and his pupils unconsciously contracted slightly.
The shadows cast upon him by those three Peak Immortals of other races still lingered in his heart. If he had not been so eager to borrow the path to immortality, he would never have been suppressed into such a state.
Yet anyone who could cultivate to the realm of Peak Immortals had been among the strongest prodigies of that era.
His talent was ordinary. He had cultivated for merely over twenty thousand years, and even with the system's power bolstering him, he was still far from being their match.
And today, Ke Ding had actually come before him to say that someone had slain those three absolute powerhouses?!
A trace of bewilderment flashed through Chen Xun's eyes. His Dao heart was still in a daze, yet his expression remained extraordinarily calm as he continued, "Ke Ding, hearsay cannot be trusted. I have not sensed the heavens and earth showing the slightest abnormality."
"You don't believe it?" Ke Ding stood beside the corner wall, looking down at Chen Xun, a hint of strangeness entering his gaze. "Still, I have never seen you like this before."
He had arrived in something of a panic just now, his heart still shaken by the news, so he had not paid much attention to Chen Xun's muddled state.
"Looks like those three old undying bastards have their shadows everywhere. Heh."
Chen Xun suddenly gave a derisive laugh, then lowered his raised head again and leaned quietly against the wall. "It is good that they died. Someday, I will surely visit their Immortal Tombs and offer sacrifices, to show this Dao Ancestor's respect for them."
"Only one Immortal Fall occurred. It was a mighty expert of the Primordial Immortal Clan." Ke Ding drew a deep