Of the five present, three were ancestors at the Tribulation Crossing stage, one was a vessel for a True Immortal Will, and only Wei Wei Zi was truly at the Dao Integration stage.
At that moment, Ancestor Yi Xi said, "The so-called lower realm is nothing but an illusion."
"All things may seem tangled and chaotic, but their essence is one and the same. Mud and treasures, beauties and skeletons—all are illusions."
"We immortals descend into the mortal world to grasp the truth from this Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust and temper our Dao Hearts."
"This trial has brought me new insight!"
As he spoke, energy flowed around him. A trace of lively exuberance emerged, and he seemed to have become a whole new person.
Beside him, Wei Wei Zi calmly said, "We are all Immortal Emperors. We saw through the illusion long ago and know this world is nothing but a formation-born dream."
"If we discuss the Dao like this, we know the outcome before we even begin. How can we distinguish the superior from the inferior?"
"Why don't we seal away our memories for now?"
"Then, after an hour, we can break the seals."
At this, Ancestor Su Ji immediately nodded. "Agreed."
He continued, "We Immortal Emperors can seal our own memories."
As he spoke, he immediately formed a Magic Seal. High in the sky, an immense mountain appeared in an instant. Its imposing bulk came with the sound of wind and thunder as it hurtled down, crashing toward the five of them!
Before it even drew near, the fierce gale it stirred already felt as if it could tear them apart.
At that moment, Ancestor Su Ji changed his Magic Seal and forcibly sealed away all his memories.
At the same time, Ancestor Ling Yi endured