When Zhuang Xuanji called him "Martial Ancestor," Luo Qianchou showed no surprise. His eyes seemed to say, Just as I thought.
With Zhuang Xuanji's cultivation, she had likely seen through his terrifying secret the moment they met—a secret that could shake all of Canglan Continent.
Since she had laid it bare, Luo Qianchou stopped pretending. He flew up to the high platform, stood beside her, and gazed at the heavens.
"If you ask me, there's not much worth seeing up there. The place is always deathly still, nowhere near as vibrant and lively as Canglan Continent."
Luo Qianchou spoke slowly. "Of course, that's only true of the Void Realm. If you can make it beyond there, our Lingyuan Realm is still full of life and color."
"With your cultivation back then, Martial Ancestor, how far did you travel?"
Zhuang Xuanji followed up.
"Hmm... Let me think."
Luo Qianchou pondered briefly, then continued. "The farthest was a major Eastern Region sect called the Wave-Chasing Sea Pavilion. It rules an entire star-sea domain, with no fewer than nine Lower Realms like Canglan Continent."
"When I traveled there, the strongest being I encountered was a great demon immortal who had attained the Heaven Reaching Realm."
"The Heaven Reaching Realm."
Zhuang Xuanji asked softly, "How far were you from that realm back then, Martial Ancestor?"
"How far? Heh. I didn't even dare dream of it."
A rare, bitter helplessness crossed Luo Qianchou's face as he answered. "I once firmly believed I was the chosen one of my age. But after reaching the Void Realm, I discovered that Canglan had produced quite a few people like me over the past several thousand years."
"Later, I comprehended the Way of Space and began to encounter Eastern Region cultivators and the true principles of time. That was