It was at that very moment.
That he finally saw Shi Hong's condition clearly—he was gravely wounded and severely weakened...!
Ji's eyes clouded with confusion. Gravely wounded and severely weakened—why had he thought just now that Shi Hong's cultivation had improved? Could even he be mistaken? Or had his old rival Shi Hong changed far, far too much?
He merely stood there in silence, watching Shi Hong's retreating back until it blurred away and his gaze could no longer follow.
Ji sank into thought, standing there like a withered tree.
Yet there were too many things that could not be understood through thought alone. All one would get was a heap of useless mystical ramblings. He spoke in riddles, and you guessed at riddles—but too many things in this world had to be lived through, witnessed step by step, and comprehended.
A year later.
Outer Immortal Land, Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
The sun shone brilliantly today, immortal energy brimming through the magnificent mountains and rivers.
The Immortal Realm's autonomous growth had never ceased either, dyeing the whole world in dreamlike hues. Everywhere lay broad, open vistas that refreshed the spirit and cleared the Dao heart.
After that battle ended, many Immortals returned, and many Immortals did not.
The atmosphere in the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory had shifted from overwhelming exhilaration at the start into solemn gravity. The greatest changes had come over ordinary cultivators across the Immortal Domains; something indescribable had taken root in their hearts.
The war that could overturn the world had never truly been far from the Immortal Territory. Immortal history could prove weightier than the Immortal Dao. The struggle to surpass others, the contest upon the Great Dao, your strength and my weakness—these were merely one corner of the Immortal Dao, never its entirety.
Immortals