Only, that laughter was dry and strange, as though it had pierced through endless time.
The light in his eyes seemed utterly ordinary, yet it reflected scenes from ancient times to the present.
This man's hand was exceedingly bizarre—six slender fingers, star-like patterns flickering in his palm, while traces of some Dao law coiled around his fingertips.
He slowly raised his hand and gave it a gentle wave. The seal upon the entire immortal platform turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.
Gradually.
The laughter faded.
The six-fingered cultivator twitched his fingers slightly. A Wordless Heavenly Book appeared in his palm, its pages slowly turning, every page recording the mountains, rivers, and history of the Immortal Realm.
And the heaven and earth here suddenly became exceptionally quiet.
There was no harassment from ferocious beasts.
Nor were there tremors from the ascension of Eternal Ancient heaven and earth.
For no reason, an ancient smile surfaced in his eyes. "...Chen Xun, this Dao Lord has returned."
His voice was faint, carrying the rise and fall of time. There was no excitement, no weariness—only an ordinary announcement.
And this man...
Was none other than the Heavenly Secrets Dao Lord, Ke Ding!
With his hands behind his back, he stood upon the immortal platform, wholly unconcerned with the great calamity of heaven and earth or Eternal Ancient's ascension. He merely gazed into the depths of the Chaos Sea. It seemed that the dying wish of those bygone days could finally be fulfilled—to witness Chen Xun attain the True Immortal Stage.
Ten Million Mountains.
At a certain mountain.
An old man stroked his beard. Compared to Ke Ding, his eyes held a trace more confusion as he muttered, "...That old thief actually lived for so many years with Black Bull and He Ling? Damn