The Golden Family:
Golden Progenitor's true body sat cross-legged in his Immortal King's Dojo. The old thief had stood at the Ninth Heaven Great Perfection Immortal King Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, yet had never broken through.
He continually went into Closed Door Cultivation, seeking to comprehend the Dao.
It wasn't that his talent was poor. The road from Immortal King to Immortal Emperor was simply far too difficult. Even Heavenly Kings didn't dare claim they could break through with absolute certainty; they could only say there was a possibility.
Throughout history, there had only been a handful of Immortal Emperors.
Golden Progenitor had never given up. In recent years, he had even glimpsed a faint hope.
The old thief almost never left his home. Most of the time, he was in Closed Door Cultivation, clinging to that glimmer of inspiration in his heart.
Trying to expand it further.
But now, his Closed Door Cultivation had been interrupted.
The old thief looked at the pool of Golden Blood before him. It was his own blood, spat out just moments ago.
Everything experienced by the clone he had sent to the ancient road had been synchronized with him, so he knew what had happened there.
Six Paths Heavenly King had actually come back to life.
He had beaten Golden Progenitor's clone into kneeling before all living beings, "repenting."
Then the clone had been defeated again and again by a group of youngsters, utterly disgracing himself.
This was outrageous.
Golden Progenitor's face was as dark as a clouded sky, his expression utterly grim.
What enraged him even more was that just moments ago, he had seemed to make some progress, on the verge of grasping something tangible.
At any moment within the next thousand years, he might have broken through