Eternal Ancient Frontier.
Baili Zhonghu remained seated cross-legged outside the vast, shattered Star Gate. His eyes slowly turned toward Beyond Heaven, toward the distant stars, his expression unfathomable, as though something were gradually welling up in their depths.
"So strong..."
After a long while, he actually let out a low laugh.
Ten years later.
A piece of news shook countless domains, throwing the world into an uproar.
—The giants of the ten directions of Tiandi had suffered a fierce interception at the Primordial Ancestral River Beyond Heaven.
Still only a few scattered words.
Still leaving endless room for imagination.
Within a certain immortal city, countless discussions arose, cultivators arguing endlessly over the matter.
And beside one of its streets stood an old appraisal shop, one that only appraised Fortune Ancient Treasures.
The cultivators nearby all called its owner the "Fat Daoist."
This man was reclusive and strange, often smashing other people's ancient treasures. Yet over countless years, the Fat Daoist had never misjudged a treasure. His knowledge was vast, and he was quite renowned within this city.
Today.
The old shop's door stood half-open, while rumors from the street continuously poured through that weathered old door, faint but unceasing.
Inside the shop, Fat Daoist wiped down one Fortune Ancient Treasure after another, strange and gentle immortal radiance spilling from his palms.
Upon hearing those rumors, he merely cast a sidelong glance, showing no further reaction as he continued nurturing the Fortune Ancient Treasures.
At this moment.
At the end of the street.
A black-robed figure wearing a mask gradually approached from the far end of the street. His movement art was mysterious—he was clearly walking down the road, yet seemed to be traversing an open wilderness, weaving casually through the crowds.
Step...
Not long after.
He arrived before the old