Soul Extinguishing Palace was fraught with danger; human lives within it were as cheap as cabbages.
The tides of history waited for no one and continued rolling onward. Just when everyone believed that this fellow, who had dared enter with only late Emperor Realm strength, had long since died within, a weathered figure emerged from inside.
The figure had grown far more mature than before. The youthfulness had vanished from his eyes, replaced by an edge sharp as a blade.
"Master... Master, I'm out! Your disciple made it out..."
It was Elder Hao Yuan, who had been training in Soul Extinguishing Palace. He had successfully emerged, his strength having reached the Perfected King Realm, and he had even created a martial skill suited to himself.
The first thing he thought of upon coming out was the promise his master had made him. He came beneath the majestic waterfall.
However, he searched every corner and could not find his master. All he found was a gravestone.
His master... had passed away!
At the sight of the gravestone, it was as though he had been struck by lightning. Ever since Daoist Fu Yu had accepted him as a disciple, he had taught him with all his heart, never once stopping through all those years. Hao Yuan had thought that, now that his cultivation had reached great heights, he could bring honor to his master's sect and make a name for himself. Who could have imagined this would be the outcome?
"Meng'er..."
He wept for an entire day before his master's grave. Thinking of the girl who had shared mutual love with him through all those years of perseverance, he returned to their former residence.
Yet it was empty. Not a single person was there.
"Junior Brother... You're not dead?"
Just as he