But later...
After wandering for years, he could no longer enter or even find that legendary immortal paradise. It seemed to have vanished, or perhaps, after enduring the filth of the world, he could no longer open that heavenly gate.
The Teaching Order's ancestor slowly raised his head, an inscrutable meaning in his eyes.
Calling it an immortal paradise was something of an exaggeration, for there were far too many ruins and barren stretches there. It did not resemble an auspicious, blessed realm where some mighty being dwelled, but rather a place that "buried the years." Back then, he had felt no shock, only profound awe.
To this day, he could not reproduce even a trace of it.
But surely... its former glory had been beyond imagining.
At that thought, he gradually grew distracted, his mind drifting toward that place once more.
The Eternal Immortal Frontier.
Its people were few, and its mountains and rivers grew ever more desolate.
Before an ancient sect gate stood a man dressed in hemp robes. His expression was peculiar, as though every emotion in the world had gathered upon his face. Whatever lay within your heart was what your eyes would see.
Standing before him was a man with his hair tied up, dressed in plain, unadorned clothes.
"Senior, if the Heavenly Dao had not perished back then, would our Eternal Antiquity have taken another path?"
The man with his hair tied up smiled, his eyes clear and bright, his tone entirely relaxed. "In truth, I've long wanted to ask you this, Senior. I never imagined the question would be delayed for endless ages."
"Meng Sheng, surely you already have your answer." It was Chen Xun's voice, carrying a trace of indifference and numbness. "As for where immortality for the eternal myriad spirits