Without realizing it, Kong Xuan had grown considerably less resistant to Gu Changqing.
Neither spoke along the way.
In mere moments, the two arrived beneath Qilin Cliff.
Though called a cliff, it was more like a vast, boundless Heavenly Abyss stretching across the Primordial World.
At a glance, baleful energies intertwined within its fathomless, endless darkness, striking terror into the heart.
Even after the Qilin Clan's destruction, this place still exuded an overwhelming, soul-shaking presence. Like a forbidden land, it was somewhere ordinary cultivators dared not enter.
Deathly silence!
Desolation!
The scene here differed little from that at the Undying Volcano.
At the sight, Kong Xuan's expression turned solemn and grave, his gaze deep.
"Hmm... what did it matter that they were once the three great overlords of heaven and earth?!"
"Now, they've all met the same end: their bodies dead, their Dao extinguished, their very existence erased."
Clearly, the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan were fellow sufferers of the same affliction.
Thus, Kong Xuan harbored little hostility. His words carried only profound emotion.
Hearing this, Gu Changqing gave Kong Xuan a somewhat surprised look.
The lad had only just entered the world, yet he had already endured such upheaval and witnessed his own clan's destruction.
It could indeed be called a rebirth through fire.
Taking a great swig of fine wine, Gu Changqing spoke softly, his voice heavy with drunkenness:
"Heh..."
"Your bodies and names will perish, yet rivers will flow for all eternity!"
"Throughout the ages, great wars have never ceased. But to this world, they are merely a grain in the vast ocean, scarcely worth mentioning."
A rare hint of gravity appeared in Gu Changqing's tone.
Everyone said that all beneath the Sages were ants.
Little did they know that the Primordial World itself was what