The man sneered: "I'm afraid you are the only one who would think so. The path of Dao is lonely and desolate, and millions in this world aspire to climb to his position. It is said that 'it is cold at the top'; when you stand at the highest point of the universe, how many can remain by your side?"
His tone was low and steady, devoid of any lament or disappointment. Yet, for some reason, Ning Xiaoxian felt a blockage in her heart.
Nangong Zhen slowly stepped down from the Rainbow Bridge. From the moment he set foot on the Colorful Rock Sand of the plaza, the Rainbow Bridge behind him began to fade and dissipate. By the time he reached the main seat of Guangcheng Palace, the Rainbow Bridge had completely vanished as if it never existed.
"The Heavenly Dao above us. Today, Guangcheng Palace inherits the grand ceremony, and distinguished talents from all directions have gathered..." Nangong Zhen finally began to speak, his voice reaching the ears of the tens of thousands present.
