Immediately afterward.
Stone Ancestor, seated upon the treasure throne atop the high platform, began making arrangements.
Before long.
Everything had been arranged.
Seeing that everyone had been assigned a task, while the three clan elders whose lifespans were nearing their end had not been given a single duty.
At this moment, they gazed eagerly at the ancestor, a trace of supplication in their eyes.
Seeing this.
Stone Ancestor said flatly:
"You three may either enjoy your remaining years in peace, or defy the heavens in one final gamble!"
"Whether it is this mission or anything in the future, you three need not concern yourselves with the clan's affairs!"
Then Stone Ancestor shifted his gaze and looked toward the many Mortal Cultivators in the hall.
"Enough. Go and make your preparations!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
With a flash of Mystic Light, Stone Ancestor vanished from the treasure throne atop the high platform.
The many elders and clan elders also departed this great hall one after another.
Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed through the eyes of the three clan elders whose lifespans were nearing their end.
They had originally intended to enjoy their remaining years in peace, and their Dao Hearts, once fallen into silence, gradually began to rise again.
Clearly.
The three of them had also resolved to make a desperate, life-or-death attempt. Though they knew full well that the chance of successfully breaking through was vanishingly slim, not the slightest wavering appeared in their hearts!
Afterward, the three strode toward the place of closed-door meditation with firm steps.
Elsewhere.
Within a desolate, uninhabited island in the Profound Wind Sea Region.
In the underground plaza, Cheng Buzheng's Myriad Transformation Dao Body had finally separated a great many Spirit Materials from the teleportation spirit platform.
Clusters of light