The instant the golden light sank into his brow, Xie Changsheng felt as though someone had shoved his divine sense forward.
It was as if his Dao Eyes had only been open a sliver before, but now a hand had forcibly pried them wide.
The once-blurry void suddenly became clear.
Then he saw them.
Ten figures stood in the void beyond the Forgotten River.
Each one's aura was like a bottomless abyss. They were too powerful-so powerful that he had been utterly unable to detect their presence before.
"Holy shit!"
Black Mountain's voice came from beside him, carrying an absurd sense of "my life has been worth living": "Ten... ten Emperor Realm experts?!"
"Wait..." He suddenly realized something. "Why do I know they're in the Emperor Realm?!"
He looked down at his bear paws, then back up at the void, his bear eyes round as saucers.
No one answered him.
Because everyone had seen them, and no one understood what was happening.
Zhou Yan swept his gaze over the ten figures in the void, then looked down at his hands. He had experienced this feeling once before, at the Gathering of Immortals.
"This power..." he murmured. "...Brother Si?"
As soon as he spoke, a voice rang out in everyone's mind at once.
Calm, composed, and tinged with apology.
"Sorry, I can't get away on my end."
"I'll leave things at home to you."
It was Si Chen.
Xie Changsheng froze for a moment, then smiled.
But a trace of bitterness had crept into that smile, one even he failed to notice.
Here we go again.
It was like this at the Gathering of Immortals, and now it was happening again.
*He had endured ten thousand reincarnations on the Mining Star, surviving by the skin of his teeth to reach this