In the hoary voice, the emotions were complex and melancholic. Han Yi could hardly discern any specific meanings, but at least he gained some understanding of the 'Ancient' and the 'Ancient Illusory Realm'.
He was utterly astounded.
In Xuancang Palace, even though the records from ancient times were incomplete, many ancient books offered fragmented conjectures and speculations about the Ancient Gods, Ancient Evil, Ancient Immortals, and the Mystery of the Shattering of the Ancient Immortal Realm.
However, Han Yi's understanding of the 'Ancient' was virtually nonexistent.
From this aging voice, Han Yi realized he had caught a glimpse of one of the most profound secrets of this world.
'Ancient World Master? What kind of realm is that? Why did such beings meet their demise?' Han Yi mused to himself.
Hearing Han Yi's murmurs, the ancient voice suddenly heightened.
'He spent his whole life in pursuit of answers to your question.'
'And yet, finally…'