Kundi truly deserved his place among the Foreign Realm's most ancient beings. He could discern secrets unknown even to some Immortal King Giants and possessed a certain understanding of the Origin Ancient Artifact.
Thus, while the mighty beings of the heavens ventured far into the Sea of Realms to explore the secret of becoming an emperor, he remained as steady as Mount Tai, staying in the Foreign Realm and patiently awaiting his chance.
Yet he dared not touch the Great Luo Sword Embryo, for the karma involved was simply too immense.
"That Old Golden Crow in the Immortal Realm, and that being on the Dam who seemed to have become an emperor, both once owned this sword. Both met bleak ends."
Kundi said coldly, "What does a moment of ferocity amount to? Sooner or later, calamity will claim you. Even if you escape the Six Paths of Reincarnation, you cannot evade the upheaval of heaven and earth."
The sword embryo blazed, a rain of light filling the sky. It actually manifested a scene, eerie beyond measure: a being sat cross-legged atop a coffin, the setting sun red as blood, great graves covering the land. Everything had been buried. The sages of every age were gone, leaving only ruins.
Gods had died, immortals had perished, and only he remained alive. How desolate it was.
"So what if calamity claims me? I will rise from ruin and revive from annihilation!"
Lin Xian shouted, abandoning the Emperor Sword and transforming into a crystalline Great Dao seed. Through boundless ages, he lay dormant for countless eons, until one day he bloomed with dazzling immortal light. Grain after grain of pollen danced through the air, sowing itself across the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Domains and forming one Other Self after another.
The next moment,