"Heh, Yu Xuan."
For some reason, whenever Chen Xun thought of that woman, he wanted to laugh. "Back then, you first disliked that she hadn't killed the Eight-Meridian Flood Dragon, then disliked that she hadn't made it onto the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance's wanted list. You weren't afraid of trouble—you were afraid the trouble wasn't big enough."
"Hehe." Thinking back on those days, Mo Ye Han could not help but smile with the weight of years. "Brother, opportunities in the Immortal Realm are endless. Even if you stand among the strongest of the Immortal Dao now, that is only now. It does not mean the future will be the same."
The implication was clear: he would not give up on fighting Chen Xun again.
"As expected of Brother Mo." A glint flashed through Chen Xun's eyes.
That was how their generation had made its way forward back then. Old seniors or Immortals... fight them!
If one lost such spirit, there was no hope on the immortal path.
That was why he had never paid any heed to the clamor directed at the Five Aggregates Immortal Domain by the various Immortal Domains and Innate Beings. It was a good thing. If the Immortal Realm were a stagnant pool, it would be rather dull.
Mo Ye Han rose to his feet and slowly lifted his rod. His movements seemed unhurried, yet in an unguarded instant, a vast and majestic Immortal aura roared out from within him like a giant beast awakening violently after a thousand years of slumber!
Buzz—
A long, resonant hum rang out, like the first morning bell ever sounded between heaven and earth, making even the Dao Power in the surrounding void buzz in response.
His robes stirred without wind, snapping and billowing. As the hems fluttered, Immortal Runes seemed