If this scene had taken place in the Three Thousand Great Worlds of that year, it would have shattered dozens of Taiyi Great Worlds into pieces!
Another hundred years passed.
This day was like an exceptionally dark dream.
A pair of cloudy, exhausted eyes slowly opened. The azure light of the heavens was dazzling, piercing, and carried a surging briny stench. The smell was so strong that it triggered a violent fit of coughing.
"This..."
"...is the Heavenly Origin Cloud Layer. It should be..."
"Not a battlefield..."
The owner of those cloudy eyes seemed to be lying flat on the ground, murmuring without stop. Tears unknowingly appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he subconsciously murmured, "Old Dad."
"Qian! Wu! Hen!"
"Whew!! Junior Brother, Junior Brother!!"
"Ah! Qian Wuhen, you brat!!"
Suddenly, three earth-shattering voices tore through everything, instantly jolting the owner of those cloudy eyes awake. His eyes flew wide open as several black figures obscured the sky and covered his body.
Bang!
"Hahaha... Junior Brother! Junior Brother!!!"
Bai Xinghan laughed wildly, laughed madly, laughed like a man possessed. Tears welled up in his gray, misty eyes as he kept slapping himself and shouting Qian Wuhen's name.
Slurp, slurp~~
The Foolish Eagle, suffering from power loss, kept licking his face. Its eyes were opened wide, and its whole body trembled.
The Sea Macaque was short in stature and kept hugging Qian Wuhen's leg, talking emotionally to himself. He babbled about how they had nearly lived good lives, how he had not even visited the Five Elements Immortal Sect yet, how he had not yet gotten rich by relying on him, and so on...
Qian Wuhen was stunned, his eyes filled with shock.
The damage to his Daoist robe was real, yet his Dao injuries had been