"Qianting, once you descend to the lower realm, I fear you may never return. The two planes are like two separate spacetime continuums, never intersecting. To travel backward along the Ancient Immortal Road, none without a powerful origin can walk that road under the Eternal Heaven and Earth's rules. Force your way through, and the Ancient Immortal Road will collapse."
"This will also sever any future designs those beyond the heavens might harbor."
"Senior Tianxing... is there... any chance of returning?"
"Protect the Three Thousand Universes, oversee their sublimation, and cut them off from the True Immortal Realm. Only then will there be a chance to connect the two realms. If you encounter anyone treading the Ancient Immortal Road, beware the gaze of the True Immortal Realm."
"Yes... Senior!"
Immortal voices echoed endlessly through the mind of this newly awakened cultivator. His eyes were misty, the power of time surging through them. His gaze pierced countless ages, holding a singular weathered depth outsiders could never imagine.
"The universe. Have I returned?"
Deep space was barren, dark, and deathly still. Countless stars were dim, with no direction, no up or down, as though it were a bottomless abyss.
He gazed into deep space, standing where he was for a long time.
This man was none other than Yu Qianting. He had aged considerably and remained silent for a long while. The weathered depths of his eyes shimmered with endless stories of time. It felt like another lifetime, as though he had traveled from a land of giants to a land of tiny people. Everything was so small and unfamiliar.
"Ah..."
A faint sigh echoed through deep space.
He wanted to seek traces of the past, but they were long gone. Just as those seniors had said, time in the lower