Tian Yongheng remained seated inside the cave abode long after the communication ended.
For a moment, the cave abode seemed unusually quiet, even the natural Dao rhymes emitting from his body no longer as dazzling as before.
The Sword Venerable... is actually dying.
Even now, that statement felt somewhat unreal to Tian Yongheng.
After all, in his perspective, the Sword Venerable had always appeared detached from worldly affairs, as if he would continue sitting atop Kunlun Divine Mountain forever, silently watching generation after generation pass beneath him. Yet now, even such an existence had reached the end of his road.
Tian Yongheng couldn't help taking in a deep breath to calm his restless emotions, shaking his head slightly.
The path of Immortal Cultivation truly possessed no eternal banquet. Even Immortal Deities were no exception to this.
