The Wuji Sect gathered many strong individuals, countless geniuses, and even several Great Emperors. It was astonishing, an unprecedented occurrence. No one doubted that the future glory of the Wuji Sect would reach a zenith.
Yet, behind the brilliance and cheers, there flowed a deep sadness.
Even those with the dullest of senses could discern the scent of departure from the series of arrangements made by Emperor Xiao.
"I've gained much insight from Chou Gushen's Tao and Law. Perhaps, it won't be long before I fully embark on the Fusion Emperor Road."
Seated cross-legged in the void, Xiao Ye looked down upon Wuji City, his eyes profound.
The blade wielded by time blitzed forward, and even Great Emperors found it hard to evade. His parents were such; these people were such.
"I, Xiao Ye, tread the martial path and diligently cultivate to safeguard, even if it costs my life. I must protect these beautiful things in life," Xiao Ye murmured to himself.
