The world stood still in a quiet daze.
From the great Dao Ancestor above to all the cultivators below, no one could understand why, amid the silence that followed the temptation that even a god-king would be moved by, Xie Tian's choice was not of gratitude, not of thanks, not of ecstatic joy...
But of refusal.
The voice of refusal, like Xie Tian's bloody eyes at this moment, was calm, filled with respect for elders, yet resolute like cutting through iron, without a trace, hidden or otherwise, of regret and remorse for passing up a chance of a lifetime due to his choice.
As these words were spoken, the entire time and space of the Indeterminate Realm came to a halt.
The discussion about Xie Tian's origin among the cultivators came to a sudden stop.
The crowd of young talents stared at Xie Tian's back in astonishment.
Gu Jianfeng's eyes revealed disbelief never seen before.
The Dao Ancestors stared blankly at Xie Tian.
