As that timeworn voice faded, the clear radiance blocking He Mu's path gradually dispersed.
Clearly, although the one behind the Primordial Ancient Mine could hardly be called weak, he was far from a match for He Mu as he was now.
However, he had sensed no malice from He Mu either.
Precisely for that reason, he had chosen to show goodwill, hoping that a display of weakness would buy him a chance to leave.
In truth, this was also because his current condition was so poor that he had no desire to fight anyone to the death. Had he truly thrown all caution aside and unleashed his full strength, the scene might have been quite different.
Meanwhile, He Mu, who had been silent for a long while, finally confirmed the identity of the one behind all this. It was exactly as he had guessed.
"The Desolate Pagoda."
He Mu spoke at once. He uttered only that brief name, yet it thoroughly startled the one behind the scenes. Even the slowly dispersing clear radiance trembled, revealing the thoughts churning within him.
With his identity exposed, the Desolate Pagoda naturally could not remain calm. After all, ever since the eras had changed and the universe had opened anew, he had never manifested in the world. In this age, no one should even have known his name.
Now, at his lowest ebb, the Desolate Pagoda had suddenly encountered an absurdly powerful immortal, almost on par with him at his peak, who had spoken his true name at their very first meeting. This left the gravely injured Desolate Pagoda deeply hesitant, and he could not help growing more wary.
"Which Daoist Friend might you be? And how did you learn my name?"
That question showed that the Desolate Pagoda had immediately regarded He