Though her manner was somewhat cool, True Lord Zihong had no intention of making things difficult. She immediately guided the Silver Flying Sword down.
A hundred long years have passed. Who would have thought this young man would be the one to tread the great path of the nascent soul and take the reins of the Primordial Yang Sect?
And True Person Changfeng has already faded into obscurity...
Among the crowd, a slightly dark-skinned male golden core cultivator discreetly studied Azure Yang True Lord, a trace of complex emotion flashing through his eyes.
He carried a Black Greatsword on his back and possessed an air of "a heavy sword needs no edge; supreme craftsmanship needs no ornament." He was none other than True Person Chongxuan, whom Liu Yu had met once all those years ago.
Over a hundred years had passed, and his cultivation had also reached the golden core peak.
But Chongxuan belonged to the same generation as Changfeng and was even somewhat older. Now over six hundred years old, his vital blood had long since begun to decline.
The condition of his body no longer allowed him to challenge the nascent soul bottleneck.
It had ended before it even began!
Watching Azure Yang True Lord speak with calm assurance, True Person Chongxuan kept his expression composed, yet could not help feeling a pang of desolation.
The nascent soul bottleneck was as difficult to overcome as ascending to heaven. Even renowned golden core cultivators like them could hardly succeed without a stroke of fortune.
Another hundred years had passed, yet not one of the Five Sects' leading golden core cultivators from back then had set foot on the great path of the nascent soul.
We are like the sun at this very moment, about to take our final bow.