Chen Xun's heart trembled, and his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.
The shadow cast upon him by those three Peak Immortals of other races still lingered in his heart. Had he not been so eager to Borrow the Dao to Become Immortal, he would never have been suppressed into such a state.
Yet any who had cultivated to the realm of Peak Immortal had been among the supreme prodigies of their era.
His talent was ordinary. He had cultivated for only a little over twenty thousand years, and even with the system's power bolstering him, he was still far from being their match.
And today, Ke Ding had actually come before him to say that someone had slain those three Absolute Experts?!
A trace of confusion flashed through Chen Xun's eyes. His Dao heart was still in a daze, yet his expression remained unusually calm as he continued, "Ke Ding, hearsay cannot be trusted. I did not sense the slightest anomaly in heaven and earth."
"You don't believe me?" Ke Ding stood beside the corner of the wall, looking down at Chen Xun, a strange glint appearing in his gaze. "Still, I've never seen you like this before."
He had arrived in a bit of a panic earlier, his heart shaken with shock, so he had not paid much attention to Chen Xun's muddled state.
"Looks like those three old undying bastards have left their shadows everywhere, huh."
Chen Xun suddenly gave a derisive laugh, then lowered the head he had raised and quietly leaned against the wall corner. "It was a good death. One day, I will surely visit their immortal tombs to offer sacrifices, as a small token of this Dao Ancestor's respect for them."
"Only one Immortal fell. It was a great power of the Ancient Immortal Clan."