At last, a trace of complicated emotion surfaced.
Yes, yearning.
Even someone like him, who had grown indifferent to life and death and lived for untold tens of thousands of years, could not keep his heart as still as water when faced with a genuine chance to live.
Who wanted to die?
Who would willingly turn into cosmic dust when they stood just one step from the end of the Great Dao?
At last, his hand moved.
Without the slightest hesitation, his withered fingertips gently picked up the dark golden pill.
The instant the pill left its box, its rich fragrance took on substance, washing a golden river through this void of the Star Sea.
The First Ancestor brought the pill before his eyes and examined it closely.
The thunder patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, roaming through his pupils and reflecting a path to a higher realm.
"Haha..."
A dry laugh squeezed out of his long-stiffened throat.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His laughter grew louder and more resonant, transforming him from an old man with one foot in the grave into an overlord who looked down upon the world.
The entire Star Sea trembled violently with his laughter. Countless stars erupted with unprecedented brilliance, as though cheering for their sovereign.
"Wonderful! What a Tribulation Immortal Pill!"
"What a Chen Changqing!"
The First Ancestor threw back his head and roared. Rolling waves of sound forced Daoist Qingyuan and Daoist Wuzhen to retreat again and again, their blood and qi churning.
"Heaven has not forsaken me!"
"Heaven has not forsaken me, Tianyuan!"
The instant his words fell, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Tribulation Immortal Pill that could drive the entire Nine Provinces mad.
There was not the slightest hesitation, not a trace of dragging his feet.
It