Another ten thousand years passed.
Ten thousand years was a long time for mortals, an unattainable promise to stay together to people in love, and a day to those who attained the Dao.
Han Jue opened his eyes. During this period of time, he didn't receive Laozi's dream. He didn't know what Laozi's attitude was towards Jiang Yi.
He started checking his emails.
[Your son Han Tuo was attacked by a mysterious ghost] x103932
[Your good friend Yi Tian was attacked by a mysterious mighty figure and was severely injured.]
[Your good friend Jiang Yi has reconstructed his body and cultivated the Divine Yang Indestructible Body.]
[Your disciple Dao Sovereign has entered the Primordial World's illusion.]
[Your disciple Zhao Xuanyuan has entered the Primordial World's illusion.]
[Your grand-disciple Chu Shiren has more than a hundred million believers. His providence has increased.]
