The Divine Realm, the Border Wasteland.
Lu Ren sat on the ground, looking at the person before him whom he had not seen in so long, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic.
Ji Juechen stood there without a word.
He was the same as ever, dressed in white, sword in hand, his expression as cold as a stone.
After a long while, he looked at Lu Ren and abruptly said, "I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"How could I?"
Lu Ren grinned.
"Didn't I bring you up to the Divine Realm?"
With so many days having passed in the Divine Realm, many years had also passed on the Douluo Continent.
Lu Ren had been watching that ruthless man, Ji Juechen, all along.
He had completely refused medication, as well as any outside means of improving his cultivation, climbing upward purely through countless life-and-death battles and by overdrawing all his future potential.
Back when Lu Ren was still on the Douluo Continent, he could have used Reverse Cursed Technique to heal him.
But Lu Ren had been in the Divine Realm for so long that nearly a hundred years had passed on the Douluo Continent.
Through sheer ruthlessness, Ji Juechen had forced his cultivation all the way to the level of a Level 99 Limit Douluo.
Across countless eras, that would have qualified him as an extraordinary genius who towered above his contemporaries.
Who could have imagined that the sword fanatic whose innate soul power had once been so low that people shook their heads, who had started so far behind everyone else, would actually reach this point by throwing his life on the line?
After all, throughout history, how many geniuses with innate full soul power had been unable to guarantee they could even reach the threshold of Level 99?