Su Bai's gaze fell on the young man. A mist of karma and time surged forth, trying to conceal the past from his sight.
After all, he was observing the past of a Supreme Immortal King destined to ascend to the summit and dominate an epoch. The very weight of that existence naturally formed a layer of protection.
The scene blurred, as though viewed through a veil. Details were hard to make out, and voices came and went.
But Sword Intent flickered in Su Bai's eyes, and the mist parted just enough for him to see what mattered.
He saw the young man sitting cross-legged on the Chaos Jade Terrace in a cave abode, surrounded by countless divine materials and spirit herbs, each a treasure in its own right.
The young man was cultivating several ancient inheritances at once. Each pointed straight toward the Origin of the Great Dao and was so overpowering that an ordinary genius might burst apart from cultivating even one.
Yet with the insight and harmonizing power of his Double Pupils, and some terrifying gift he had possessed since birth, he endured them all and advanced at astonishing speed.
"The young master's talent is heaven-bestowed, unmatched through the ages, dazzling both past and present!" An old voice came faintly, trembling with excitement. It belonged to an elderly servant who protected him.
The corner of the young man's mouth lifted. A trace of matter-of-fact indifference passed through his Double Pupils. "These are merely basic arts. They're hardly worth mentioning. The ancestors have collected too few texts. There isn't enough for me to study."
The scene shifted.
On the Martial Practice Grounds, the young man stood with his hands behind his back. Facing him were several geniuses of his Lineage, close to him in age and among the