Thousands of years later.
Zhongyuan Continent, Taiching Palace.
"Immortal Lu, please don't leave!"
"Immortal Lu, you saved the human race from disaster. If you leave and those demons and monsters return, what will we do?"
Outside the palace, countless high-ranking cultivators knelt, pleading bitterly.
Inside the palace, Lu Wen Yuan sat indifferently on a jade throne, gazing at his disciples.
"You all already possess the pinnacle of cultivation in this world, and with the treasures bestowed by me, protecting the human race won't be a problem. Soon, I will ascend to the Immortal Realm, and the peace of this world will be entrusted to you."
"Master!"
His first disciple, Luo Yutu, was crying inconsolably.
She understood this master the best and was most aware of the previous calamities faced by the human race.
If not for this master's sudden appearance, the humans in this world might still be fodder for demons and monsters.
"Master…"
