Lower Realm, Second Great Mortal World.
Kunlun Divine Mountain.
The rain continued to fall, droplets striking the stone bench one after another, creating faint ripples across the accumulated water.
The atmosphere inside the garden remained somewhat heavy after the Sword Venerable's departure.
Even Tian Yongheng found it difficult to immediately recover from what had just happened.
Sixteen million years, such a lengthy period of time, had ultimately come to an end before his eyes.
Just then, the surrounding space suddenly distorted as a faint ripple spread through the garden.
Tian Yongheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and Tian Yun also raised his head.
The next moment, two figures silently appeared beneath the ancient tree.
One was a young, golden haired handsome man dressed in golden robes.
