Time flowed like water.
Three hundred years had passed in Wanggu.
In these three centuries, Wanggu had known peace. The anomalous substances that once plagued the world had vanished, and most of its gods had departed following Xu Qing's return.
Only a handful remained.
Across the Ninth Star Ring, the divine hierarchy had dissolved after the disappearance of the Venerable Gods.
Only Desolate remained.
Its complete visage still hung high above Wanggu, Its eyes forever closed.
As for those familiar to Xu Qing—each had walked their own path in these three hundred years. Among them, Old Master Seventh, having reached the limits of his cultivation due to the uniqueness of his techniques, made the same choice as before…
He stepped into the cycle of reincarnation.
But this time, he did not enter Wanggu's cycle of reincarnation.
He went to Profound Earth, seeking rebirth there.
This was his Dao.
After making this decision, he told Xu Qing:
"We will meet again in the future."
