He lived through twelve changes of continent, spanning a million years.
He saw divine dynasties rise and fall, and witnessed the fortunes of entire races wax and wane.
He shared the fiery camaraderie of brothers in arms, endured the heartbreak of a cultivation partner burning through her lifespan, and knew the desolation of gazing across worlds at a beloved confidante.
When at last he stood above Tianyuan and looked back on the road behind him,
he realized that the so-called Great Dao was nothing more than protecting that one undying glimmer of light in his heart.
