One day I shall stand atop the highest peak, and see all mountains beneath me as small!
Shen Yun stood at the center of the battlefield like an immovable mountain, looking down from on high at the steadily retreating Jiemie Immortal King.
The specks of blood on his white robes did not diminish his peerless majesty in the slightest. Instead, they further accentuated his towering grandeur, as though a Battle Immortal had descended from the Ninth Heaven.
Wherever his gaze swept, several Immortal Kings lowered their heads in unison, avoiding his edge. No one dared meet his eyes!
"This brat... has truly surpassed me."
Fang Tianyi let out a long breath. The furrows between his brows slowly eased, and a distant memory surfaced in his eyes.
In a daze, he seemed to pierce through a hundred years and return to Tianwei Mountain.
Back then, mountain winds howled. A boy whose brows and eyes still held traces of youth carried dreams of the Great Dao of immortality and respectfully sought his guidance in Cultivation Methods.
At first, he had merely treated it as amusement and casually offered a few pointers. Yet after looking deeper, he had discovered a pearl hidden in the vast sea. For the first time, even someone as carefree and unrestrained as him had felt the urge to take a disciple.
Now, times had changed. That once-green youth had already tread through endless wind and snow and ascended to the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm.
For a teacher, what in this world could be more worthy of pride than that?
"Jiemie has lost—lost to his conviction to win!"
The White Emperor sighed deeply. Having taken in the entire battle, endless realizations arose in his heart.
In truth, until the final punch landed, Jiemie Immortal King had still