Great Immortal Green Ox had arrived. The Blue Ox stepped down, and every step gave birth to radiance.
The figures of golden dragons and immortal cranes, fire phoenixes and thunder rocs emerged. If they had not appeared and vanished from time to time, one might have thought they were real.
At the sight, the last shred of luck in the Blood Raven Ancestor's heart dissipated into smoke.
That Illusory Shadow had not been deliberately conjured; it was the response of the laws of the Dao.
At this moment, the Great Dao roared, and the entire world trembled faintly.
This was a sight the Blood Raven Ancestor had longed to witness all his life. Now that he had finally seen it, however, a great enemy stood before him; others held the knife and chopping board, while he was the fish.
Though he was only at the late stage of the Divine Bridge Realm and had not yet taken even half a step into the Other Shore Realm, he had already faintly touched a thread of the laws of the Dao. Such a sensation could not be wrong.
If he had been able to witness this scene a hundred years ago, he might perhaps have already entered the Other Shore Realm.
Such was the will of heaven; fate toyed with men.
"This old man welcomes Green Ox Exalted Immortal. Your arrival in this humble land makes my poor dwelling shine." The Blood Raven Ancestor prostrated himself on the ground, lowering himself as much as possible.
Cultivators possessed pride in their bones, especially high-level cultivators. They could show respect, but they would never abase themselves.
For this concerned the stability of one's Dao heart. The Blood Raven Ancestor knelt and prostrated himself like a mortal; the meaning of pleading guilty needed no words.