After tens of thousands of years, Lu Huan awoke in a world sealed in ice.
Thirty percent of his black hair had turned white, yet he showed no sign of age. His face could even be called a little too youthful.
Perhaps the icy formation here had been too wild. Though he had suffered no harm during his tens of thousands of years in seclusion here,
his clothing, made from the finest materials, had been eroded by the power of laws until it was tattered beyond recognition.
Now, as he stood, the fabric over his shoulders and upper body suddenly slid off, leaving only torn trousers that did not even reach his knees.
His eyes no longer held the piercing chill of his young, reckless days, and the baleful aura around him had also worn away over those tens of thousands of years.
He raised one hand before his chest.
"So this is the Immortal Emperor Realm?"
His voice gave no indication of what he felt-surprise, excitement, disappointment, or something else.
Just then, icy mist instantly wreathed Lu Huan. When it dispersed, he had changed into blue-and-white robes.
Then Lu Huan placed one hand behind his back and let the other hang at his side.
He stepped forward with his right foot, and the scenery around him changed as swiftly as streaming light.
His other foot followed.
Just like that, in the space of two steps, Lu Huan arrived in a place of nothingness.
There was neither light nor darkness here, neither the flow of time nor the constraints of space.
"Ten thousand lingering years passed in a fleeting instant. I wonder how they are."
Back then, he had had no choice but to enter seclusion. Now, after ten thousand years, he had emerged, yet still could not go straight