On the street, the Boundless Master wandered slowly, holding a bottle of wine. Looking at the bustling streets on both sides, he smiled and took a big gulp. Great ambitions? He had none left. Whether he admitted it or not, he was indeed no longer part of this era. This was no longer his era. Should I retire? The Boundless Master laughed self-mockingly. That was nothing more than a helpless act from someone with no better option. He raised the bottle again and took a hard swig. He didn't suppress the alcohol with his cultivation base; he had come to like the feeling of being drunk. The feeling of brain fog was bliss. Just then, he froze. His expression stiffened in disbelief as he looked at a barbecue stall by the roadside. A man in white robes was sitting inside the stall. The Boundless Master thought he was drunk. He rubbed his eyes, but the man in white was still sitting there. He immediately used his cultivation base to sober up, but the man in white was still there. The man in white turned to look at him and smiled. "Come have a drink." It really is that guy. The Boundless Master walked over with his wine, sat across from Ye Xuan, and grinned. "Bastard Ye, how do you have time to come here today?" Ye Xuan picked up a skewer of lamb, took a bite, and said, "I came to see you." Ye Xuan sighed lightly. "Brother Boundless, why are we acting like strangers now?" The Boundless Master fell silent. Ye Xuan poured himself a drink and took a sip. "You've seen the path I've taken to get here with your own eyes." The Boundless Master looked at him. "As long as you've made it, that's all that matters, right?" Ye Xuan shook his head. "It's not that simple." The Boundless Master frowned. "What's wrong?" Leaning back in his chair, Ye Xuan smiled, saying, "You know all about my family matters. And..." "The Great Daoist Brush Master?" the Boundless Master asked. Ye Xuan nodded. "He's involved, too." The Boundless Master stared at Ye Xuan. "What would happen if we killed him?" Ye Xuan smiled. "You already know." The Boundless Master's face darkened. "So it's just like I guessed... What's his real goal? Do you know?" "Some of it." Ye Xuan downed the wine and said, "He has great ambitions. If he succeeds, he'll have no more constraints." The Boundless Master sighed. "Can't we just live together peacefully?" Ye Xuan smiled. "Nine dragons vying for the throne, why did they not choose peace?" The Boundless Master looked conflicted. Why couldn't the princes vying for the throne coexist peacefully? An ordinary person would probably find it weird to see someone fighting for the throne when they were already wealthy. However, ordinary people had never truly enjoyed power or luxury. Those princes were born noble, and they had been living the best lives since they were born. In their eyes, the throne was a greater temptation. If they had the capability, of cour,se they would fight for it. The Great Daoist Brush Master was no different. He wanted to fight for himself. Ye Xuan suddenly picked up his chopsticks and turned over a piece of tofu on the grill. He smiled. "This grilled tofu is amazing. Every time I come here, I'll always visit this stall to eat some of these. Try it." The Boundless Master looked at him, "You have some business with me, right?" "I was just missing you." "Get lost!" The Boundless Master didn't hold back. "Hahaha!" Ye Xuan laughed heartily. The Boundless Master picked up a piece of tofu, dipped it in chili powder, and ate it. "I'm here to ask you for a favor." The Boundless Master rolled his eyes. "A favor from me? Look at me right now, what can I even help you with?" "What is it? Hurry and tell me." "What kind of look is that? Do you really think I'll trick you?" The Boundless Master did not hesitate. "Yes." Ye Xuan was momentarily dumbfounded. The Boundless Master picked up a skewer. "Speak. But don't say I didn't warn you, I'm pretty useless right now. If you want me to take you to a foot massage, no problem. If it's for a fight, forget it." Ye Xuan smiled, "There's a type of destiny in this world—the strongest destiny. Do you know what it is?" The Boundless Master looked at him. Ye Xuan added, "I have it. You have it, too. Last time you 'died,' it was someone testing how much destiny you had." "Is the world really like that?" "Truths and lies, lies and truths, they don't really matter. Only by faking to the extreme can you be qualified to touch the truth." Ye Xuan looked around, saying, "Just place. Only when you reach the pinnacle of power can you see the truth. "Otherwise, all you will ever see is what 'they' want you to see. And what they don't want you to see, you'll never see it." The Boundless Master took a drink. "So what do you want me to do?" Ye Xuan didn't answer. He placed a storage ring in front of him. "I want you to help me with three things. All three are hard tasks, and each one is more dangerous than the last." "Can I say no?" the Boundless Master asked. Ye Xuan smiled. "I've had very few true brothers on this path. You're one of them. If you won't help me... I honestly don't know who else I can ask." The Boundless Master went quiet. "Boss, here's the payment." Ye Xuan put a bill on the table. Then, he stood up and walked away. After a few steps, he said, "Boundless, in that ring is a cultivation technique, one without a ceiling." "I'm not interested," the Boundless Master replied coolly. "I'm a prodigy. Creating my own techniques is child's play." "It was written by Qing'er." The Boundless Master instantly grabbed the ring. "Hahaha!" Ye Xuan laughed in the distance. "Where are you going?" "To where I'm meant to be. Just like you, this era isn't mine anymore." The Boundless Master was silent for a long time. He looked at the ring in his hand, a trace of complex emotion in his eyes. "Thanks." Of course, he understood. Ye Xuan wasn't asking him for help. It was the other way around. The Boundless Master finished the wine in one gulp, and then he placed a thick wad of bills on the table. "Boss, I'm paying for everyone here today!" he exclaimed. The boss looked at him coldly. Looking around, the Boundless Master realized that the place was empty. He was the only customer. He felt a little awkward. Damn it; I made a mistake. Let me try again. He slapped a card on the table and calmly said, "Boss, I'm buying your shop. Go retire in peace." The boss stormed out with a kitchen knife. "Who do you think you are?! Some kind of big shot?! Times are hard, business is bad, and you have the gall to horse around? Are you even human? Hey, where are you going?! Stop right there!" The Boundless Master was speechless. In a vast, boundless mountain range somewhere in the Main Universe, a man was walking alone. He was none other than the Old God. He walked through the mountain range for an unknown amount of time until he finally stopped. A towering stone pillar was ahead of him. It was so tall that it pierced the heavens, and it looked as if it were supporting the world itself. He approached it slowly, and soon, he saw mysterious circular carvings on the pillar. A small path was behind the pillar, and at the end of it was a massive stone gate, almost ten thousand meters tall. The stone gate was majestic beyond imagination. Just then, footsteps sounded behind him. The Old God turned and saw the Great Daoist Brush Master. "So we meet again." The Great Daoist Brush Master smiled. "Not a coincidence, I assume?" "I came to find you." The Great Daoist Brush Master looked at the stone gate in the distance. "Do you know what's behind that gate?" "No. The Universe Ruler told me to come take a look." "Do you know his true identity?" "He's not as simple as he seems." The Old God chuckled. "No need to beat around the bush. Just say what you came to say." "I want you to do something for me." "Does it involve Brother Ye?" The Old God shook his head. "Then no." "I haven't even told you my terms." "Doesn't matter. Still no." "What if it's the complete Breaking Wall Scripture?" Without waiting for a response, he added, "The complete version." The Great Daoist Brush Master stared at the Old God. The Old God laughed. "Is it really that powerful?" The Great Daoist Brush Master said nothing. The Old God shook his head. "You're powerful, I admit. I can't beat you. But what's mine is mine. What's not, I'll never beg for, let alone stoop to low means." He turned toward the stone gate. The Great Daoist Brush Master called out, "Do you know what the complete Breaking Wall Scripture is worth?" The Old God did not bother looking back. "Stay true to your heart, give rise to no false thoughts. The Dao is eternal, why seek it from others?"