"Recording ancient history can be done anywhere, you don't have to stay by my side."
Chu Zheng became momentarily dazed as he looked at Bai Nian's eyes, blazing like fierce fire.
Unknowingly, the once somewhat reserved and restrained young boy had grown to this extent.
Leaving his name to posterity had once been his aspiration.
But as his horizons broadened, he had realized that it was almost an impossible feat.
Standing upon the vastness of the Great Universe, how difficult it was to leave a mark for future generations.
The ancient sages, all buried by time, those who have passed on that are still renowned within the Great Universe might number barely two or three, even the Ancestral Dao who stepped into the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal was hardly known by name anymore.
"If I do not follow by the Holy Master's side, what I record can no longer be called 'ancient history,' but merely legends, possibly unable to be preserved for posterity."
