"Millions of years vanished in an instant; who dwelled within Primordial Antiquity's dreams? Dragons roared as the four seas churned, and the Immortal Path ended amid the upheaval of the five regions."
Purple mist billowed, dragon aura shook the heavens, and an extraordinarily stunning woman strode through the air. She stood shoulder to shoulder with Lin Xian, looking down upon mountains and rivers with proud indifference in her mismatched eyes.
This was not Primordial Antiquity, nor was it her father's era. Looking around, she could not find a single familiar face.
Myriad Dragon Maiden's Dao Heart was cold. Only the dragon aura surrounding Lin Xian gave her a slight sense of closeness.
The leaders of every direction and countless great cultivators were startled, drawing sharp breaths. Whose prodigy was this? Her aura actually rivaled Saint Prince's.
Yet no one in the present age knew the name of such a powerful figure.
Ji Zi sighed as well. Plain and unremarkable in appearance, he merged with the Void as he slowly approached, all dharmas seeming natural around him. Calmly, he said, "Desolate Antiquity's joys and sorrows sing of parting; blood from turmoil stains the universe. A great dream must eventually end, and the living of this age belong beneath this age's heavens."
Another bloodline capable of rivaling Saint Prince had appeared, drawing a sidelong glance from Central Emperor Xiang Yufei, who had arrived nearby.
Ji Zi stood there silently, even more taciturn than Myriad Dragon Maiden, as though nothing in this world could capture his attention.
"I had thought Saint Prince was already invincible beneath heaven. Whose disciple is this?" the old imperial lord of Central Plains sighed. This was certainly not someone from Central Plains; he had seen all the outstanding youths of the younger generation.
"He seems to carry a