He stepped forward, ascending to the top of the Divine Tree, his gaze surveying the four directions as if piercing through the divine light, looking out at the world, murmuring to himself, "It really has been a long time."
"It seems the heavens have successfully advanced; otherwise, all these arrangements would not have resurfaced."
"I just wonder... what happens next?"
In his words.
His gaze shifted, as if through divine light, looking toward the Heavenly Extreme Realm, toward the southwest border of the Great Wilderness.
His eyes rested on that abyss.
"This power is left by the cultivators who received my lineage's inheritance."
"The Cyan Wood Temple is located here; it seems to have been drawn in by it."
In his soft whispers, his gaze returned, falling upon Qin Jin.
Within the Spirit Ruins.
Qin Jin's cultivation continued.
