It was at that very moment.
That he truly saw Shi Hong's condition for what it was: grievously wounded and greatly diminished...!
Ji's eyes grew dazed. Grievously wounded and greatly diminished—then why had he just thought Shi Hong's cultivation had advanced? Could even he misjudge someone? Or had this old rival, Shi Hong, changed far too much?
He merely stood there in silence, watching Shi Hong's retreating back from afar until it blurred away and his gaze could no longer follow it.
Ji fell into deep thought, standing there like a withered tree.
Yet there were too many things that could not be understood through thought alone. All one would get was a pile of useless lofty theories and clever words. He spoke in riddles, you guessed at riddles—and there were too many things in this world that had to be lived through, witnessed step by step, and comprehended.
One year later.
Immortal Soil Beyond the Domains, Eternal Immortal Frontier.
The sun shone brilliantly today, immortal energy brimming through the magnificent mountains and rivers.
The Immortal Realm's self-driven growth had never ceased either, dyeing the whole heaven and earth with a dreamlike splendor. Vast vistas stretched everywhere, broadening the heart and clearing the Dao heart.
After this battle ended, many immortals returned. Many others did not.
The atmosphere in the Eternal Immortal Frontier had changed from its initial immense exhilaration into one of solemn gravity. Ordinary cultivators from the Major Immortal Domains had changed the most; something indescribable had taken root in their hearts.
The war that could overturn the world had never truly been far from the Immortal Borderland. Immortal history could prove weightier than the Immortal Dao. The struggle to surpass others, Great Dao Competition, your strength and my weakness—these were merely one corner of the Immortal