As Sikong Jiu of the Heavenly Dao departed, Xu Lai sat in the backyard, drinking wine by himself and toying with the blood-red bead in his hand.
It was one of the nine keys to the Nine Kings' Palace; the whereabouts of the other eight were unknown.
The secret to becoming an Immortal… Xu Lai's eyes gleamed. Even though he still had 900,000 years of life left, he was immensely curious about the secrets of immortality. It wasn't because of the prospect of eternal life, but because of Cultivation.
Xu Lai desperately wanted to know what kind of scenery lay beyond the Emperor Realm.
One cycle per one hundred eras, with the final era being the Fallen Emperor Epoch… Great Emperor Yin Yang didn't seem to be lying to me. Even Sikong Jiu said he vaguely remembers a time when the sky would rain blood.
Xu Lai looked up at the sky. He heard the crisp sound of the wind and saw the beauty of the clouds. He couldn't help but clench his fists.
