His heart skipped a beat. It was not because he feared others discovering his identity—there was nothing about him that he dared not reveal.
Rather, it was because he remembered never telling Fellow Daoist Chen Xun about it... yet he knew of the Ancient Immortal Court's State Religion!
This Great World seemed to no longer possess any immortal history of the Ancient Immortal Court. Everything had been buried by the years.
He would never again see familiar beings or landscapes, as though he had crossed into another Cultivation World...
Such loneliness was not something any living being could endure. Being sealed within the Divine Soul Realm had never meant it was a good thing.
The Blood-Robed Immortal King was even more so. A figure who had dominated an era, he had emerged from the seal of the Divine Soul Realm into this age where the immortal dao flourished brilliantly, only to look back and find not a single familiar face remaining.
Those comrades, those enemies who had dominated heaven and earth... all had been cut down by the years!
For a cultivator who had never stooped to cling desperately to life, the blow to his Dao heart was nearly devastating.
The Blood-Robed Immortal King had never yearned for the True Immortal Realm. What he had always yearned for was that glorious era that belonged to him.
Ever since parting from Tian Li, he had already embraced the will to die. This era could not contain him.
He belonged to the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era, when he had opened new frontiers for the Heavenly Rhyme Immortal Kingdom, slaughtered in all directions, and received the reverence of countless living beings!
And every living being bore the aftereffects of such an era upon the Divine Soul Realm.
If it had been Chen