Clouds and mist swirled through the space, while countless auspicious lights streamed across it. It looked like a paradise.
Mysterious patterns had been laid beneath the three immortal trees. Runes flickered and radiated a powerful aura, as though guarding this sacred place.
Ruthless nodded slightly, her beautiful face calm, as though she had seen through everything.
Sensing that Jiang Yun did not want to speak of it, she asked no further questions. It might involve secrets of his personal cultivation.
On the path of cultivation, everyone had secrets and unique opportunities of their own. That was how discussions of the Dao worked: no one could truly empty their pockets and give away everything. When the conversation reached something that could not be mentioned, everyone understood without saying a word and would not break the pot just to get to the bottom.
"Emperor Qing, did something occur to you?"
Great Emperor Wushi looked at Emperor Qing's tightly furrowed brow and spoke with a faint smile. His voice was steady and gentle, as though it could soothe the restlessness in a person's heart.
Great Emperor Wushi stood tall, a faint golden radiance surrounding him. Like a blazing sun, he exuded boundless majesty.
Curiosity glimmered in his deep eyes as he looked at Emperor Qing, trying to discern what he was thinking.
After all, in his previous life, Emperor Qing had been an Immortal King from several epochs before Wushi's time—a living ancient history. His experiences and knowledge were extraordinarily rich, and his past held endless mysteries.
"It's nothing. Hearing Jiang Yun's method merely reminded me of an extremely ancient and mysterious ruin I once discovered deep in the Sea of Realms."
Emperor Qing spoke slowly, recollection showing in his eyes. Through fragments of memory, he seemed to return to that mysterious moment.