Li Qingyuan let out a long, quiet sigh. "Ah..."
"The future rests on us, but can we bear the weight?"
Some ancient beings surfaced in his mind.
The Dao Ancestor, Immortal Emperors, Buddhas, the Lord of the Slaughter Dao... beings beyond Immortal Kings.
The Yang Family Ancestor, the Sun Family Ancestor, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Foxes, mighty figures of the Immortal Court, the Yinglong of High Antiquity, the Ancestors of the Four Great Sacred Beasts... a host of supreme experts in the Immortal King realm.
Golden Immortals of High Antiquity numbered in the hundreds.
Heavenly Immortal cultivators were beyond counting.
What a vast force they had been in High Antiquity, what a dazzling assembly.
Every ancient legend passed down to this day in the Investiture of the Gods Great World recorded the illustrious names of those supreme experts.
They had cleaved open heaven and earth, established Dao Lineages, created cultivation systems, and guided the myriad races onto the immortal path.
That had been an age of glittering stars.
"But even you were defeated!"
Li Qingyuan felt as though a boulder of immense weight pressed down on his heart, stopping it cold and leaving him unable to breathe.
Just how terrifying had that great tribulation of heaven and earth been?
Even the Dao Ancestor, Immortal Emperors, and Immortal Kings had fallen, their broken halberds buried in the sand. Even a being such as Shangqing Lingbao Heavenly Venerable could only linger on to this day as a fragmentary will. Even mentioning the great tribulation was forbidden-it could neither be spoken of nor recorded.
The pressure was too great.
So great that a cultivator in the True Immortal Realm like him dared not even think about it.
Li Qingyuan murmured to himself, "Dao Ancestor, oh Dao Ancestor, can we really accomplish what