In the void, all was quiet as death.
Chen Xun cast an indifferent glance in a certain direction, his eyes carrying an indescribable meaning.
"He truly was quite a remarkable figure."
He calmly offered that praise. He had heard of Supreme Fortune's exploits in his youth—he too had once been a peerless figure who guarded the common people, slew demons and devils, and fought bloody battles against the Great World's prodigies.
Yet this man had always walked at the forefront of the Immortal Dao, endlessly forging ahead, endlessly attaining enlightenment, only to discover that his lifespan was far from enough.
He had no desire to nurture successors, only himself. He had endured vast ages, and through countless accumulated drops, the present situation had naturally taken shape.
Supreme Fortune had two paths to take. The first was to gather the fortune of the myriad races—not merely the Fortune Clan's. He had already accomplished half of it and become one of the Great World's strongest, but generation after generation of outstanding heroes emerged without end, making it impossible for him to control the myriad races and all living beings.
Thus, he made a swift and resolute decision and took the second path: the Immortal Realm ascension passage.
His brilliance was feared by the Boundless Myriad Races and besieged by the Dao Sects and religious sects of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. His legend had gradually vanished from the Three Thousand Great Worlds, unknown to later generations of living beings.
Chen Xun remained alone in the void for a long while, unable to tell whether a day or several days had passed.
It was rather nice to experience this kind of desolate emptiness from time to time.
Supreme Fortune would not be easy to keep.
The Heavenly Dao Mirror truly suppressed him deeply.