Tu Shan Jun suddenly looked toward Jinghong.
Jinghong understood the look in Tu Shan Jun's eyes.
"Father."
"I will not retreat."
Tu Shan Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back, his double pupils majestic and still, like a colossal mountain standing amid the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Tu Shan Jun said nothing. Everything that needed saying had long been said; there was no need to repeat it.
Brothers fought tigers side by side; fathers and sons went into battle together. The final war was unavoidable. All they could do was surpass their limits, and all hope rested upon...
Tu Shan Jun's gaze slowly shifted toward the golden-red great banner standing beneath the vault of heaven, fluttering like a galaxy. Countless torrents of faith poured into the banner without end.
What he wished to forge was an unprecedented "immortal weapon."
It required incalculable Baleful Intent.
Jinghong withdrew his gaze, looked at the Grand Supreme, and cupped his hands. "Dao Ancestor, if I do not emerge from the Great Terror, who do you think can wield the Soul Banner for my father?"
A faint movement stirred beneath the Grand Supreme's lowered eyelids as he considered the matter carefully.
Who could shoulder such a grave responsibility?
Ancient Immortal.
No.
Though Ancient Immortal was likewise an Innate immortal, he had long since lost his drive to advance.
He did not value the lives of all under heaven. The universe was merely a place for him to reside. Even if the Great Destruction came and the Netherworld buried all things of this era, requiring immortal beings to open heaven anew, it likely would not affect immortals such as them. They might even break through the domain barriers and depart for realms beyond.
Primordial Saint Spirit Devil.
He had achieved immortality through an unorthodox path.
Now, he