A Hundred Years, a Thousand Years, Ten Thousand Years, Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand Years

Chen Xun's calm, profound voice echoed between heaven and earth, shaking all eight directions.

For a time.

Cultivators from every side had yet to recover their senses...

A man's name was like a tree's shadow. Martial fanatic Ancient Immortal was renowned throughout the entire Central Heaven Divine Continent, once standing shoulder to shoulder with Gu Shenyu at Primordial Academy. Could that figure just cleaved down from the heavens truly have been Ancient Immortal?!

The many elders of Primordial Academy stood stunned, their faces drained of color. He could not even withstand a single strike!

"Is he Ancient Immortal of our academy?"

"He was likely grievously wounded in the Primordial River..."

"Why did that heavenly lightning strike contain a trace of Tribulation Power? Strange..."

Upon a high platform within Primordial Academy, the elders watched with furrowed brows. Could an Immortal truly be monstrous to such a degree? Across the Three Thousand Great Worlds, who among his generation could suppress him?

Deep within.

That reclusive old headmaster's breath caught, and his expression turned somewhat grave.

Beside him, Immortal Venerable Haoyin was drinking tea with him and discussing the Dao of heaven and earth, her expression quite serene.

A trace of gratification and satisfaction flickered through Immortal Venerable Haoyin's eyes. This junior still cared for his sect and had not truly fallen into madness, heedlessly casting everything aside. Even his words and actions carried an indescribable steadiness.

She believed that if this child openly fought his way out of Primordial Academy, he could still suppress Ancient Immortal. Yet she had not expected him to strike only after Ancient Immortal had just stepped out of Primordial Academy. His conduct was remarkably seasoned...

By this act alone.

Even if Futian turned Primordial Academy upside down, this old fossil could cover for him from behind. Nothing