Shadow Ancestor could not help but ask himself: Was he really going to submit like this?
He looked around in all directions.
A thought inevitably arose in his heart.
If the Great Void World truly became a new Immortal Realm in the future, would that mean this new Immortal Realm would also give rise to new Immortal Beings, perhaps even Indestructible Immortals and Supreme Immortals... to rule this new Immortal Realm?
And would the so-called Supreme Immortal Dynasties of the former Immortal Realm Continent completely become a thing of the past along with the Immortal Realm Continent's disappearance?
The moment this thought emerged.
It was as though grass had grown in Shadow Ancestor's heart.
It itched unbearably.
If the future truly unfolded as he had judged, then choosing to submit to the Heavenly Dao Palace now would not merely be a wrong choice—it would be utter madness.
He knew very clearly that there was one, and only one, force in this world that could not be defied.
That force was neither the will of the nine Supreme Immortal Dynasties nor the will of the Nine Supreme Immortals. It was the force of changing eras.
In this world, whether it was something as small as a tiny Yellow Grade World or as vast as the Immortal Realm Continent, capable of overlooking the Chaos Great Void... none could escape the turning of the ages.
And before the force of such changing eras.
Even Supreme Immortals could not contend against it. Any attempt to resist the turning of the ages was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—overestimating oneself, courting death.
If the old Immortal Realm Continent vanished and a new Immortal Realm was born... if that became a change of eras throughout the Chaos Great Void, then if he still submitted