The Eternal Ancient Frontier.
Bai Li Zhong Hu still sat cross-legged outside the vast, shattered Star Gate. His eyes slowly turned toward the world beyond, toward the distant stars, his expression inscrutable, as though something were gradually rising in the depths of his gaze.
"So powerful..."
After a long while, he actually gave a low chuckle.
Ten years later.
A piece of news shook ten thousand domains, throwing the world into an uproar.
-The great powers of the Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth had met with fierce resistance at the Primordial Chaos Ancestral River beyond the heavens.
Once again, there were only a few scattered words.
Once again, they left endless room for speculation.
In a certain immortal city, discussions abounded, cultivators arguing endlessly over the matter.
Beside one of its streets stood an old appraisal shop that appraised only ancient treasures of fortune.
The cultivators nearby all called its owner the "Fat Daoist."
He was reclusive and eccentric, and incidents of him smashing other people's ancient treasures were frequent. Yet over countless years, the Fat Daoist had never once misjudged a treasure. His learning was vast, and he enjoyed considerable renown in the city.
Today.
The old shop's door stood half-closed. Rumors from the street kept drifting through that weather-beaten old door, thread after thread, never ceasing.
Inside the shop, the Fat Daoist wiped down ancient treasures of fortune, a strange, gentle immortal radiance spilling from his palm.
Upon hearing those rumors, he merely glanced sideways. Without any further reaction, he continued nurturing the ancient treasures of fortune.
Just then.
At the end of the street.
A masked figure in black robes gradually approached from the end of the street. His movements were mysterious; though he clearly walked along the street, he seemed to be crossing an empty