Chapter 634: Parting Ways, We May Never Meet Again

Upon the imperial throne.

Emperor Cang's eyes were tightly shut, as if steeped in silence, yet seemingly feigning sleep.

It was as if since the dawn of creation, when the turbid air sank and the clear air rose, it had always been this way.

He had maintained this posture for an indeterminate amount of time.

But even if he didn't move an inch, just sitting there, that emaciated silhouette, like a desiccated osprey, still exuded an overwhelming presence like a collapsing mountain pressing down upon the world.

That was a high mountain.

An endless high mountain, looked up to by mortals, worshiped by Divine Spirits, prostrated before by Immortals.

Because Jiang Hui had shielded all his aura, under the double suppression of realm and strength, Emperor Cang had never noticed his existence from beginning to end.

Even less could he have guessed that someone in this world was standing merely four or five meters away from the imperial throne, looking down upon him.