Sometimes, people wished time could freeze at a certain moment, so they could properly savor the tranquility of that instant.
But no matter what, time always had to move on.
Dawn broke. Xu Zimo opened his eyes atop Myriad Ancient Peak. That day, everyone from the True Martial Sacred Sect had come to see him off.
The ancestor was leaving.
"Boss, take care!" Xiao Guizi came to bid him farewell.
"Farewell," Xu Zimo said with a smile, waving his hand.
The next moment, he and Lin Ruhu soared into the sky. In his hands, the world barrier of the Yuanyang Continent was as fragile as paper.
Xu Zimo raised a hand, and countless blades of qi coiled around his fist. With one punch, he shattered the void.
That punch devoured everything, smashing a deep black hole into the entire firmament.
"Rumble, rumble."
The sky cracked apart as though the end of the world had arrived.
Xu Zimo and Lin Ruhu passed straight through the black hole, vanishing into its boundless depths.
The people of the True Martial Sacred Sect felt somewhat melancholy.
The ancestor's heroic and bold bearing was even greater than before. With the ancestor present, there was nothing to fear.
However, after becoming Sect Master, Guan Wumian had worked without sleep or rest yesterday, demoting all the elders within the sect who lined their own pockets or lacked ability.
This included Chu Yishan's former faction, which had been completely scattered. Chu Yishan's son in particular had been locked in the forbidden ground, meant to grow old and die within it, never to see daylight again.
After the True Martial Sacred Sect's upper ranks had been purged, they also began selecting and nurturing talented disciples.
Dan Hu, the Young Man of the Dan Clan whom Xu Zimo had previously