When two flowers bloomed, each branch told its own tale.
As Shen Yun calmly and unhurriedly made his way toward Heavenly Pillar Mountain,
the mysterious Shadow Envoy was in the throes of a violent inner upheaval, his face beneath the bronze mask dark enough to terrify.
The moment he left the Secret Realm, he received a secret message from Tushan Old Ancestor. The Bronze Ancient Hall had been blasted apart, the demons had been wiped out to the last, and he was ordered not to walk into the net of his own accord.
"Even Feng Mingcang wasn't his match. How could that be possible?"
The Shadow Envoy's gaze flickered. For certain special reasons, he had always been secretly watching Shen Yun.
He still remembered that when this man had first ascended, he had been nothing more than an ant in the Mahayana Realm. Yet only a few decades later, he had crossed one insurmountable chasm after another, surpassed the Peering into Truth realm, and was closing in on the legendary half-step Immortal King!
Such an inconceivable rate of progress felt utterly absurd even when witnessed with his own eyes, and it filled him with a thread of fear he could not suppress.
"If this continues, he may truly Prove Dao and Become King! When that time comes, across these Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, among all gods and Buddhas, who could still contend with him?!"
Even Jade Void Immortal Venerable, powerful as he was, did not dare claim that he could take that step.
What kind of existence was an Immortal King? Across the river of history, there had only ever been twenty or so. Every one of them possessed an extraordinary origin, and many had been ancient gods born at the dawn of creation.
Over the past several thousand