"You... aren't dead... you're still here?!"
Meng Tianzheng was ordinarily so composed that he would not blink even if a mountain collapsed before him, yet now his face was filled with shock.
His voice trembled with overwhelming excitement. The instant he saw the newcomer, his heart and soul shook, and he almost threw back his head and roared.
"Ah, it was just too lonely down below. I wanted some company, so I came looking for you..." The newcomer sighed softly.
He had sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, with a heroic, commanding bearing. His handsome face looked young, yet imposing.
Most importantly, he bore an extraordinary resemblance to Lin Fan, almost as though they had been cast from the same mold.
"Old Meng, come along with me!"
At those words, Meng Tianzheng's aged face twitched. Though the man was trying to frighten him to his face, he was utterly delighted, brimming with joy.
Because that very manner and tone assured him that the man before him had not died. He was still alive.
"Hahaha... surviving the immortal ascension tribulation in this era-this deserves to go down in history!"
Meng Tianzheng laughed heartily, his chest heaving. An unnatural flush rose to his face, his emotions beyond words.
Since the end of the previous era, the conditions of heaven and earth had changed drastically, trapping generation after generation of Heavenly Talents and leaving them unable to become Longevity Ones.
As a result, those who forcibly attempted to break through, such as Mo Wudao, Ye Qianyu, and the Demon Venerable, had all fallen, perishing in the immortal ascension tribulation.
This road was far too rugged and difficult, filling people with despair. It devoured peerless heroes and severed the path ahead.
The more gifted they were, the closer they stood to the pinnacle of the