Zhao Li had not expected that his trip to the Spirit Realm would, by sheer coincidence, bring him face-to-face with Hun Tiandi personally attacking the Ling Clan.
Since he had run into it, he naturally would not allow what had originally happened to happen again. After breaking through the Realm of Nothingness and descending into the Spirit Realm, his gaze narrowed slightly. He discovered that there seemed to be something different within the Ling Clan.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart. After greeting Hun Tiandi, he shifted his gaze away. There was no other reason—within the Ling Clan, he had sensed a few somewhat familiar auras.
His gaze swept across the members of the Ling Clan, then landed on a young man. At the same time, the scenes in his mind began to flow backward—one year ago, ten years ago, a hundred years ago...
Finally, the images in his mind froze on a certain ruined Pocket World, inside a village, upon a young face. Correspondingly, a name surfaced in Zhao Li's heart:
"Ling Poshan, Two-Star Dou Sheng. In just a hundred years, this speed is already extremely fast."
A hundred years ago, he had entered a Pocket World ruin and obtained one of the greatest opportunities on his path of cultivation. It was also that time that he first met Hun Tiandi. For a long time afterward, Hun Tiandi had been a layer of nightmare pressing on his heart, and even after he broke through to Dou Sheng, he still feared him greatly.
A hundred years later, it was still inside a Pocket World that he again saw some familiar people and also saw Hun Tiandi. Only this time, the one losing composure was no longer himself. Perhaps for a very long time to come, he would be Hun