Forsaken

"Greetings, senior brothers."

Sovereign Jing Jue raised his hand and bowed to Kunlun Dao and the rest. Even though he felt that he was stronger than them, he had no choice but to bow his head.

He had already worshiped the Dao Ancestor as his master, and it did not matter if his fellow disciples were strong or weak. In any case, he would definitely be the strongest.

Shi Yan's feelings were the most complicated. After all, the predecessor of the Yan Race was Dao Yan. When he saw an orthodoxy integrated with the Immortal Dao, he had mixed feelings. He had also heard of Jing Jue in his previous life.

It seemed like more orthodoxies would be integrated into the Immortal Dao from now on. His competitors were not only from the Immortal Dao, but also from the boundless world.

However, only such orthodoxies could go further.