Chen Xun's smile gradually deepened as he gently patted the boy's shoulder. "I didn't sense much surprise in your eyes or your heart. What, is your old man's identity still not impressive enough?"
Compared to his own son's grave and solemn demeanor, he rather preferred Bai Xinghan and the others' reactions.
"No matter who you are, you're still my old man." Qian Wuhen lowered his head and muttered softly. At last, his voice carried some fluctuation. "I thought I'd never see you again in this life!"
Dao Ancestor or not, Immortal or not—none of that mattered much to him. Those were his old man's accomplishments in the Immortal Dao, not his. What mattered most was that his old man was still alive.
"Haha, son, let's go!"
Chen Xun suddenly laughed loudly. Clouds and mist churned beneath his feet as he turned his head. "You two boys, keep up."
Whoosh—
The clouds and mist suddenly erupted with boundless rosy light. Qian Wuhen and the others' expressions changed drastically as they were swept up without warning, moving so fast that their thoughts could not keep pace.
Behind them, the three Yu Clan ancestors followed along. With such a procession, they could truly stride sideways through the entire Three Thousand Great Worlds.
On the ground.
Countless Human Race cultivators watched them depart in silence, their expressions dim. Old Mount Tai of the Ying Clan let out a deep sigh. It was over.
Si Lian gazed into the distance, shock filling her eyes. Covering her mouth, she exclaimed, never having expected Qian Wuhen to truly be the Dao Ancestor's son... Did that mean that when Immortals fought for supremacy in the future, she would have to face him?!
The heavens were vast, and the magnificent mountains and rivers flashed past in the blink of