"I am the world, and the world is me. Is this the realm you've reached beyond the mundane?" Fan Wubing asked.
At that moment, Celestial Venerable Yu Chen's heart was higher than the heavens, his spirit exceedingly majestic, encompassing all things.
It could be said that a blade of grass by the roadside is him, a stone is him, a drop of dew is him. He could be all things, except himself; that is the Formless Illusion.
Celestial Venerable Yu Chen's voice was as clear as a bird in the sky,
"Fan Wubing, you didn't win, and I didn't lose. This duel is not about you and me, but about myself. The enmity between us is completely over. The next time we meet, it will be when we follow the mandate of heaven. Until then, please keep the Supreme Dharma Orbiting Device safe."
After speaking, he transformed into a cloud and drifted away into the distance.
Fan Wubing watched him silently,
