The Vast Universe Sea

At the center of Spirit Spring Island.

Luo Chen opened a time barrier, sat cross-legged beside the bamboo hut, and began receiving Shen Xuan's lifetime of memories.

Only by truly experiencing Shen Xuan's life firsthand could one understand just how formidable his talent had been—and how utterly lonely he had become in his later years.

Just as Origin One Strength Ancestor had judged Shen Xuan, he seemed to have been born for the Dao, spending his entire life chasing the Great Dao.

He had once had a confidante, yet the two of them were like worlds that ran parallel and intersected—able to see one another, yet impossibly distant. After he missed that simple, honest tribal girl, Shen Xuan never let his heart stir again.

Seeing this, Luo Chen secretly shook his head. Perhaps Shen Xuan's eventual fall had not been caused by recklessness, but because he had nothing in his heart to hold him back. Alone and unburdened, he feared nothing.

His heart had long since frozen over.

What was cultivation for? Some sought immortality, some sought to do as they pleased... Yet Shen Xuan seemed devoid of desire or pursuit. He no longer had a goal.

Seeing this, Luo Chen sighed inwardly. Perhaps having more family and friends by one's side was the best state of all.

Cultivation was far too long. To preserve one's original humanity, living amid the mortal world was not a bad choice.

Shen Xuan's state in his later years had been terrifying. Without a lifespan-plundering panel, he had dared to ascend to the heavens alone immediately after breaking through to the early Primordial Unity Great Luo realm, confronting the immortals and gods within the Great Dao Heavenly Abyss. Was that not a kind of sorrow as well?

By then, he had already resolved to