Lu Yang and the others saw the Venerable Celestial of Origin Return and the Dao Lord Vast Sea lying side by side in a huge pit, like corpses. They cried out and hurried over to check on the senior predecessors.
"Grandmaster, are you two all right?"
The two founding patriarchs stared blankly, unable to hear a thing.
That day, the three patriarchs of Ask Dao Sect gathered together.
That same day, two of the three patriarchs perished.
As they wept, Lu Yang and the others carried the two patriarchs out of the pit and set them by its edge. Then they put to work the new techniques they'd learned at the Moving Mountains and Filling Seas Sect, restoring the terrain to its original state.
Although the two patriarchs had passed away, life had to go on. Work still had to be done.
"Second-in-command, let me help you." Since the second-in-command was working, how could the third-in-command just stand by and watch?
The Daoist of Primordial Beginnings thought it over. Everything came at a price; he couldn't watch the battle for free. Though the whole fight had lasted less than a few breaths, it had still been a battle, so he joined the effort to fill in the pit, treating it as the price of watching.
Their unworthy descendants tramped back and forth past the two patriarchs, carrying dirt and sand. The two patriarchs lay exposed in the wilderness, ignored by all—a true portrait of the world's cold indifference.
"Grandmaster, next time you're going to get beaten up, don't drag me into it."
"Oh."
The two patriarchs lay on the ground for a while. At last, they came to their senses and got to their feet, shaking off the dust.
"By the way, Grandmaster, you possess the embryonic form of the