Primordial Immortal Clan, Primordial True Dragon Clan!

Clink, clatter~

Clear chimes of pots and pans rang from Black Bull's body. It had already stored its outfit within its Primordial Spirit and quietly followed Chen Xun. Beneath their feet stretched a boundless desert, while above them sprawled a sky full of starlight.

Amid the endless wilderness, a sense of solitude gradually spread.

Though the road ahead was long and desolate, and the silence of the desert was broken only by the rustle of their footsteps, they did not feel lonely.

Solitude was not a burden in their hearts, but a tranquil companion. They danced with loneliness, spoke with silence, and beneath the veil of night, they felt the vastness of heaven and earth and their own insignificance.

At this moment, the Heavenly Gift of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda had become utterly insignificant compared to the enlightenment and insight they had gained along the way.

It seemed that the true gift did not exist solely behind the gates of each floor of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda, but was hidden within the journey itself.

Perhaps the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda was not merely a structure of stacked floors, but a true journey of immortal cultivation, a search of the soul.

Every step was an experience, and every floor was an epiphany.

Heaven and earth's true gift lay within this journey. It not only changed Chen Xun and Black Bull's horizons and realms, but also deeply stirred the wisdom and growth within their hearts.

The so-called true miracle was not at the pinnacle of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda either, but in the bits and pieces of insight gained along the way—those realizations and stirrings that sank deep into their hearts.

Perhaps when the Golden Cultivation Age arrived and the prodigies reached the summit of the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda, they would discover that the most precious gift had