Only, that laughter was dry and strange, as if it had pierced through the long years.
The light in his eyes seemed utterly ordinary, yet it reflected scenes from ancient times to the present.
This one's hand was exceedingly bizarre—six long, slender fingers, star-like patterns flickering in his palm, while his fingertips were entwined with the lingering traces of certain Dao Principles.
He slowly raised his hand and gave a gentle wave. The seal over the entire immortal platform turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.
Gradually.
The laughter faded.
The cultivator's six fingers twitched slightly. A Wordless Heavenly Scripture appeared in his palm, its pages turning slowly, every page containing the mountains, rivers, and history of the Immortal Realm.
The Heaven and Earth here suddenly became extraordinarily still.
There was no harassment from ferocious beasts.
Nor were there any tremors from the ascension of Eternal Heaven and Earth.
For no reason, an ancient smile surfaced in his eyes. "...Chen Xun, this Dao Lord has returned."
His voice was faint, carrying the rise and fall of the years. There was no excitement, no weathered weariness—only an ordinary announcement.
And this one...
Was none other than the Heavenly Secrets Dao Lord, Ke Ding!
He stood tall atop the immortal platform with his hands behind his back, utterly unconcerned about the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth or Eternal Antiquity's ascension. He merely gazed into the depths of the Chaos Sea. It seemed the unfulfilled wish from that year could finally be realized: to take a look at Chen Xun attaining the True Immortal Realm.
Myriad Mountains.
At a certain mountain.
An old man was stroking his beard. Compared with Ke Ding, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he muttered, "...That old thief actually lived for so