Ancient Divine Continent.
Just as Lu Xian recited the precious proclamation, every Dao Ancestor in the Ancient Divine Continent felt a stirring in their hearts. They immediately raised their heads and looked toward Purple Firmament Palace.
"Rumble!"
The next second, Lu Xian heard a Dao chime by his ear. Then, figures whose true appearances and forms could not be seen emerged one after another from the void before him.
Their Auras varied in strength. Shattered divine light coiled around each of them, as though they stood within a starry sky, sovereigns of their own worlds. Yet when they stood together, their incompatible essences collided without cease, erupting in dazzling heavenly radiance.
These were Dao Ancestors.
Unlike the Dao Lords of the Light Sea, Dao Lords cultivated rank and status, with a clear hierarchy between them. Thus, even if they coexisted, such obvious conflict would not arise.
That was why Dao Ancestors generally did not meet.
What had appeared in Purple Firmament Palace at this moment were merely the Dao Ancestors' thoughts. Yet the essences they carried had already produced such phenomena—let alone their true bodies.
"What happened?"
One of the figures spoke first, his voice bright and hearty. "Lu Xian, I heard you had been in seclusion for a long time. Why have you suddenly summoned us today?"
"Could it be that the Dao Venerable has issued a decree?"
"That shouldn't be. The Dao Venerable's Merit is complete, and the day he abandons the dust and worldly affairs is drawing near. For the past thousand years, he has not received any of us at all."
At that moment, one of the seventeen Dao Ancestors suddenly sneered. "Lu Xian, don't tell me you forged the Dao Venerable's decree? I certainly won't spare you for that."
Lu Xian was utterly unafraid upon