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While Su Yu was reaping opportunities in the Star Mansion.

Upper Realm.

Origin of Dao Land.

After waiting for a day, Mo Tianzun and Moon Tianzun could no longer endure it. Even for them, spending a day within the enormous river's battering currents had drained them tremendously. They had no choice but to withdraw.

As for whether Su Yu was dead, they did not know.

When an Upper Realm expert fell, there would be no phenomenon.

All phenomena occurred at the instant of death, when the Great Dao shattered and the Power of Rules exploded, creating a vortex of rules.

If one died elsewhere, then unless they belonged to the same race and followed the same Dao, there was no way to sense it.

In their eyes, Su Yu was an expert of the Chaos Clan. Whether he lived or died, perhaps only fellow Dao experts of that so-called Chaos Clan could know for certain.

Mo Tianzun and Moon Tianzun emerged from the River of Time.

They could not determine whether Su Yu was alive or dead. By all reason, he was certainly dead, but if he had truly opened the Heavenly Gate... such peerless monsters sometimes had incredibly tenacious lives and were exceedingly difficult to kill.

Yet at this point, they had no other choice.

The two stepped out of the River of Time.

In the blink of an eye, several figures appeared beside them.

Ming Tianzun, who had come from above the great river; Arid Tianzun, who had been buried in the earth; and Mo Tian, who slumbered within Sealing Mountain—also a Tianzun-level expert.

Together with the two of them, there were five Tianzun-level experts in all.

As Mo Tianzun emerged, he furrowed his brow slightly. He roughly understood the situation and asked, "He escaped?"

Arid Tianzun,