An old man sat on a lone boat.
His eyes were tightly closed and deeply sunken, his wrinkles like ravines on a mountain ridge. His hair and eyebrows were completely white.
An Imperial Decree surfaced in his mind.
The old man smiled with disdain.
"Heh heh heh."
"I've spent a thousand years sailing, step by step, into the depths of the star-caves. And now a single, vague Imperial Decree is supposed to summon me back? Besides, even if I wanted to return, it would still take another thousand years. By then, the matter will have likely sorted itself out."
"Little Ron."
"This time, not even your [Destiny] can control me."
The old man's eyes remained tightly shut. The boat beneath him was already incredibly fast, but with the old man's power amplifying it, its speed within the Forbidden Air Domain was comparable to a bolt of light. It was so fast that even Shi Ming's *Da Yun* could only manage less than a third of its velocity.
Clearly, this was another Nirvana-rank powerhouse.
