The sun rose, tearing through the darkness.
Only to be chased down and swallowed by darkness once more. When heaven and earth fell completely into shadow, a new dawn tore through the horizon, illuminating all things anew and bringing life and hope.
And so the cycle repeated. Sixty-seven years passed.
Early in the morning, Luo Chen stretched as he walked out of the pavilion.
Facing the blazing sun, he looked upon a brand-new day.
"The first day of being eight hundred. Looks like life is still as leisurely as ever."
Luo Chen smiled, in quite a good mood.
Just yesterday, his younger sister Liu Yuanyao and the others on Primordial Coiling Mountain had been celebrating his eight hundredth birthday.
Yesterday's liveliness on Coiling Mountain still seemed vivid before his eyes.
The moment he went downstairs, he ran into the two Gu Lingxi sisters, who had specially come from the Dragon Court to celebrate his birthday.
"Will you intervene in the conflict between your eldest disciple and the Sacred Dynasty?"
Gu Lingxi looked at Luo Chen as she asked.
It was her first time returning to the Nine Heavens Ten Lands in several decades. She had only learned yesterday about the conflict between Lin Jiuxiao and the Sacred Dynasty.
Six or seven decades had passed since Lin Jiuxiao left.
The winds and clouds of the world changed every year. The relationship between the Sacred Dynasty and the Dragon Court was delicate; for now, they stood in the same camp.
But no one could say for certain whether one side would stab the other in the back at a critical moment.
Both sides remained wary and probed at one another, maintaining a fragile cooperative relationship.
And in the eyes of certain people within the Dragon Court, the eldest disciple of the Reincarnation