Ten years later.
Taiyi Heavenly River.
There were no rolling waves or towering billows here. It came from the horizon and flowed away toward the end of the horizon, so tranquil that it felt somewhat unreal.
Two figures sat quietly by the shore.
Gu Li Sheng sat upright.
Chen Xun reclined against the ground.
Over the past few years, they had not even exchanged another word. They simply sat like this, watching the Heavenly River flow.
Meanwhile, Song Heng, Big Black Ox, and the others were traveling through the Heavenly Palace.
There were simply too many strange things in the Immortal Realm, always making one feel woefully inexperienced.
"I never imagined the Immortal Realm could remain peaceful for so long," Gu Li Sheng said blandly. "It is rather like this Heavenly River. The waves it stirs are somewhat insignificant."
Chen Xun's gaze was slightly unfocused. He did not respond to Gu Li Sheng.
"I failed to reach the True Immortal Realm, and I failed to revive them."
"Perhaps Father Emperor was right. This path was bound to be filled with endless slaughter and hegemonic ambition, gathering the willpower of all living beings, Heaven and Earth..."
"Your paths were all wrong."
Abruptly, Chen Xun slowly spoke. "They had always been wrong. The cultivation, realms, and Great Dao insights you pursued could only bear the level of the Immortal Realm. Otherwise, why were there no so-called Heavenly Immortal Realm, Earthly Immortal Realm, or Golden Immortal Realm? Why was there only talk of Tribulation Immortals and Great Dao Immortals?"
"Hm?!" Gu Li Sheng suddenly turned his head, his heart trembling.
"Have you seen mortal beings?"
"Of course."
"Have you seen mortal beings who comprehended the Dao?"
"Of course."
"Then have you ever seen or heard of a mortal being ascending in broad daylight?"