In the void, it was quiet as the grave.
Chen Xun cast an indifferent glance in a certain direction, an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
"He really was quite the formidable figure."
He praised him calmly. He had heard of Zhi Yun's deeds in his youth. He had once been an astonishing man who protected the common people, slew demons and eliminated evil, and fought bloody battles against the heavenly prides of the Great Age.
Yet this one had always walked at the forefront of the Immortal Dao, endlessly creating and endlessly attaining enlightenment, only to discover that his lifespan was far from enough.
He did not wish to nurture later generations, only himself. He had gone through vast ages, and as little bits accumulated over time, the current situation had naturally come to be.
Zhi Yun had two paths before him. The first was to gather the luck of the Ten Thousand Clans—not merely that of the Luck Clan. He had already accomplished half of it and become a supreme strong one of the Great Age, but generation after generation of outstanding heroes emerged without end, making it impossible for him to control the Ten Thousand Clans and all living Spirits.
So he cut through the mess with a swift blade and chose the second path: the Immortal Realm's Ascension Passage.
This man's brilliance had stirred the jealousy and hatred of the Boundless Myriad Races. He was besieged by the Dao sects and religious sects of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and his legend gradually vanished from the Three Thousand Great Worlds, unknown to the living beings of later generations.
Chen Xun remained alone in the void for a long while, unsure whether it had been a day or several days.
Experiencing this kind of desolate emptiness every now