But later.
After wandering for many years, he could no longer enter, or even find, that legendary Immortal Realm. It was as though it had vanished, or perhaps after passing through the filth of the world, he could no longer open that heavenly gate.
The Sect's old ancestor slowly raised his head, an indescribable meaning in his gaze.
Calling it an Immortal Realm was somewhat exaggerated. There were simply too many ruins there, too much desolation. It did not resemble some blessed sanctuary where great powers dwelled, but rather a place where "time was buried." Back then, he had not been astonished, only shaken to his core.
Even now, he could not reproduce the slightest trace of that place.
But it should have once been glorious beyond imagination...
At that thought, he gradually lost himself, his mind drifting back there once more.
Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
Its population was sparse, its mountains and rivers steadily withering away.
Before an ancient mountain gate stood a man in coarse hemp robes. His expression was strange, as though every emotion in the world had gathered upon his face. Whatever one saw in one's heart was what one saw in his eyes.
Before him stood a man with his hair tied up, dressed in plain, unadorned clothing.
"Senior, if the Heavenly Dao had not perished back then, would Eternal Ancient have taken another path?"
The tied-haired man smiled, his eyes clear and bright, his words brimming with ease. "This junior had long wished to ask you that, Senior. I never expected the question to be delayed for endless ages."
"Meng Sheng, surely you already have the answer in your heart." Chen Xun's voice carried a trace of indifference and numbness. "Where the longevity of Eternal Ancient's myriad spirits would ultimately lead—there are already