"My magic power is utterly spent. I am not what I once was."
Nan Hua spoke leisurely, his voice carrying the bleak chill of passing years. "That Thousand-Eyed Star Venerable's divine ability calculated things quite well. Shou Gui, we can only ask the Dao Ancestor for help."
"Mm..."
The Filthy Beast Tortoise replied in a deep voice, "The old dragon king of the East Sea is still struggling in the Star Abyss. Save him quickly."
"Alright." Nan Hua spoke tremulously, yet his eyes bore not the slightest murkiness or senile frailty.
He...
Surrender, my ass!
Back when the world had fallen into chaos and Eternal Ancient forces fought one another, he naturally could not remain untouched. He led the Great Violet Luo Heavenly Palace to suppress one region, using underhanded means to kill quite a few True Immortals. Later, he encountered a Heaven-and-Earth Otherworldly Spirit.
The world called him the Thousand-Eyed Star Lord.
Nan Hua had heard of him and became somewhat interested, declaring that he would personally deal with this junior.
Yet from that very moment, he had already stepped into the trap.
The "time nodes" began to deviate, and the "world's veins" began moving toward different nodes. It was equivalent to him having completely departed from this original world, entering a developmental thread of time belonging to a different Tiandi.
But how deep were old immortal Nan Hua's schemes, and how vast was his knowledge? Trying to play tricks with him?!
Did they think he had been scared into growing up?
Nan Hua's Dao heart had not been affected in the slightest. He had presided over games of strategy and slaughter across all manner of "futures," facing what could be called the future Immortal Realm's concentrated targeting of him alone. Yet they still failed to kill him, and