Lin Fan sighed. Since he had already reached the Embankment, he naturally had to go home and take a look.
Tens of thousands of years had passed in a flash. He had crossed the Boundary Sea and witnessed far too many battles. Some Immortal Kings had lost themselves and been corrupted by darkness.
Even those powerhouses who remained clearheaded had long since grown cold at heart upon reaching this level. The Great Dao was merciless.
Such beings were often the most dangerous. They pursued only their own interests, and there was no telling what they would do upon returning.
Few were like Lin Fan, still holding true to their original resolve, their blood still burning hot, venturing into the Boundary Sea to slay enemies and quell the turmoil.
Of course, this had something to do with a person's age. Some had simply lived too long, becoming numb until they were neither human nor ghost.
For cultivators who saw no hope on the road ahead, this was an especially crushing blow. They would stop at nothing to break through.
This was how great upheavals began.
"Thanks to that old bastard. Otherwise, I would have needed to spend a great deal of time deducing a way back."
At last, Lin Fan set out on his return journey. Before leaving, he had already constructed a hidden passage on the other side of the Embankment.
He was a being of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and had once nourished this world in return, leaving an indelible mark. Naturally, its heaven and earth would not reject him.
Whoosh!
The radiant symbols of the Great Dao flashed, and Lin Fan returned smoothly, without any trouble.
Meanwhile, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths remained much as before, no different from eighty thousand years ago, save that