Judging solely from the aura sensed by divine perception, this young Path Enlightenment Realm cultivator had only recently broken through, his cultivation merely at the First Layer True Intent.
By all rights, with the foundation Yue Wuxiang had accumulated over many years and his advantage in realm, he should have faced such an opponent with considerable ease.
Yet the dark, water-like gloom and utter gravity on his face revealed that merely meeting Yang Yuanhong's gaze like this had already placed enormous pressure on him.
The moment he saw the dragon-patterned Martial Qi faintly circling Yang Yuanhong, Yue Wuxiang guessed his identity.
"They say heroes have arisen from the young since ancient times. It seems that saying is indeed true."
Yue Wuxiang looked up at Yang Yuanhong. Beyond the hatred on his weathered face, traces of envy also surfaced.
As though conversing with this mortal enemy, yet also speaking to himself, he slowly said, "Back then, Huo Yuan, Meng Xiaoxiao, and I entered the Twilight Ancient Path together. Though we often fought and contended with one another, there were also times when we joined forces to overcome difficult trials."
"Looking back now, it all feels as though it happened only yesterday, every detail still vivid before my eyes."
"After cultivating the Dao and practicing its arts for more than a hundred years, reaching my present height upon the path, I always believed myself exceptionally gifted and supremely perceptive, one blessed with great fortune and favored by the Heavenly Dao."
At this point, he paused slightly, and the faint light that had just appeared in his eyes dimmed once more.
"Yet only upon witnessing the bearing of the Dragon Lord today did I learn what the glow of fireflies was, and what the brilliance of the bright moon was. Only then did