"Pfft!"
In the Eternal Starfield, Shi Yongheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face went pale, nearly half his source was severed, and his whole body withered.
At their level, there was little difference between an avatar and the true body. His avatar had sacrificed itself to become a grand formation that sealed the Eerie Ancestral Land, but his own source had suffered a devastating blow.
"Damn it. I won't recover for tens of thousands of years." Shi Yongheng sighed, though he felt it had all been worth it.
The Willow Deity stood beside him, deeply worried. She said nothing, staring out the window with an unfocused gaze.
Beyond the window stood skyscrapers. Streaks of light flashed past, while starlight occasionally swept across the sky.
The room was filled with formation runes. The blood Shi Yongheng had coughed up made this entire stretch of ancient history tremble, as though the whole world were about to explode.
A single drop of his blood could evaporate the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. He had no choice but to contain it within a formation, preventing its power from spreading.
"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while." Shi Yongheng smiled at the Willow Deity.
He had sealed the Eerie Ancestral Land, and his existence had vanished from ancient history. The Progenitors could no longer divine his whereabouts.
With one Progenitor consigned to Eternal Silence, they were one short, making it even harder to divine anything about him.
To bring another Progenitor into existence, they would have to sacrifice an entire era. Unfortunately for them, he had sealed the Plateau.
Seven Eerie Immortal Emperors had died at once, with no possibility of resurrection.
The Eerie Clan still had plenty of Quasi-Immortal Emperors, though. Choosing a few Eerie Dao Ancestors on the