Ten years later.
Supreme Unity Celestial River.
There were no surging waves here, no towering billows. It came from the horizon and flowed toward the end of the horizon, so tranquil that it felt somewhat unreal.
Two figures sat quietly by the shore.
Gu Lisheng sat upright.
Chen Xun reclined against the ground.
Over these past years, they had not even exchanged another word. They simply sat there in silence, watching the Celestial River flow.
Meanwhile, Song Heng, Black Bull, and the others were traveling through the Heavenly Palace.
There were simply too many strange things in the Immortal Realm, always leaving one feeling that their knowledge was woefully shallow.
"I had never imagined that the Immortal Realm could remain peaceful for so long." Gu Lisheng spoke faintly. "It is rather like this Celestial River. The splashes it raises are somewhat insignificant."
Chen Xun's gaze was slightly unfocused. He did not answer Gu Lisheng.
"I failed to reach the True Immortal Stage, and I failed to revive them."
"Perhaps Father Emperor was right. This road was destined to be filled with endless slaughter and hegemonic ambition, gathering the aspirations of all living beings, heaven and earth..."
"Your paths were all wrong."
Abruptly, Chen Xun slowly spoke. "They had always been wrong. The cultivation, realms, and Great Dao insights you pursued could only bear the level of the Immortal Realm. Otherwise, why was there no such thing as the Celestial Immortal Stage, Earth Immortal Stage, or Golden Immortal Stage? There were only Tribulation Immortals and Great Dao Immortals."
"Hm?!" Gu Lisheng abruptly turned his head, his mind jolted.
"Have you seen mortal beings?"
"Of course."
"Have you seen mortal beings who comprehended the Dao?"
"Of course."
"Then have you ever seen or heard of a mortal being ascending in broad daylight?"