Time gradually ceased to be something Ye Zhuo cared about.
He could still sense the other half of himself living in the Imagination World.
Yet despite the passing of year after year,
he still had not waited for his entire self to ascend.
Was he one step short?
Or was it simply that complete ascension was so difficult for a single individual?
The vast years drifted like dust and smoke.
Atop Kunlun's snow-covered peak, Ye Zhuo gradually forgot who he was.
At some unknown time,
Ye Zhuo sensed a change in the Imagination World. The people there called the highest realm Eternal.
They believed that advancing to Eternal Da Luo would allow them to achieve eternity.
Little did they know that everything was but a dreamlike illusion.
The true body, having sacrificed countless eras, was still waiting for its chance to move.
Until one day,
a languid figure appeared in the Imagination World.
He was probably one of the later arrivals, an immensely powerful protagonist.
He wore a green robe, possessed the Ten-Tails, and took the form of a fox.
He climbed to the summit of Other Shore Mountain in the Imagination World and yawned.
Yes.
Just as Ye Zhuo loved fine wine, this green-robed fox demon preferred beauty sleep.
In that era, he reached an inconceivable realm.
People called him Qingling.
His name suited him well.
He seemed to have sensed Ye Zhuo hiding within the World Sea.
But Ye Zhuo did not care. He had a keen feeling that the day was near.
After Qingling fell asleep,
the era evolved once more.
Ye Zhuo also waited for his chance to act.
Until a youth in a white cape ascended to the Other Shore.
He emerged from the world Qingling had created.
Unlike the two men's love of deep