Tian Yongheng looked at the man silently for a moment.
The River of Fate flowed beneath his feet, carrying countless fragments of existence towards destinations unknown. Scenes of civilizations rising and falling, worlds being born and destroyed, and countless lives following their predetermined trajectories appeared and vanished within the illusory waters.
Yet, Tian Yongheng's attention was no longer on the river, but on the man standing before him.
After a brief silence, he suddenly cupped his hands and asked in a quiet, respectful tone.
"May I know the Immortal Emperor's Dao title?"
The man's expression suddenly froze at these words, and for a brief moment, the boundless River of Fate seemed to fall silent alongside him.
Then, the middle aged man suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
His laughter echoed throughout the endless river.
