The magnificent voice echoed across the sky, and all the powerful beings bowed their heads.
Ning Qi watched this scene, feeling a slight sense of nostalgia in his heart.
A dozen years ago, he had just come to this world as nothing more than a dying infant. If it were not for Taoist Longshan passing by and saving him, he would have already reincarnated again. But now, in the blink of an eye, he stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Realm, worshipped by billions of beings.
It must be said, this feeling was good, easy to indulge in.
"But this is not enough, without achieving eternity and stepping into immortality, it's ultimately just a passing cloud."
Ning Qi was not tempted by this lust for power. Though he was now the Realm Lord, easily able to live for millions of years, he was still far from true eternal life and immortality.
He must strive harder.
