Farewell Incense Burner

"Give me back my heart!"

Upon the immortal mountain, an aged voice called out again and again.

As they climbed to the summit, Jiang Heng and Changsun Buhuo were drenched in sweat. Since the immortals had emerged into the world, they had never felt such terrifying pressure. With one step forward, it was as though they had entered an entirely new realm, a dreadful ancient aura permeating this place.

Trembling, they looked back down the heavenly staircase they had ascended. The tribes on the ground below, primitive compared to the imperial dynasties, had vanished without a trace. In their place was a horrifying vision resembling hell itself—countless beasts slaughtered one another, living creatures fought desperately toward death, and wails blanketed the land.

"Heaven and earth..."

Jiang Heng and Changsun Buhuo exchanged a glance and saw each other's wide-eyed shock. At last, they understood what manner of being Qi Kaihui had brought them here to meet.

Containing heaven and earth within oneself—a Daluo Golden Immortal!

Yet they did not dare speak, only following Qi Kaihui onward.

At the mountaintop lay a level expanse covered in flowers, grass, and trees. At its center was only the simplest clearing. Unlike the horrifying scene their souls had sensed halfway up the mountain, there was merely a small wooden hut here, and before it stood an elderly man with snow-white hair, leaning on a cane.

They had never seen Qi Kaihui—so arrogant and disdainful of all beneath his notice—act with such reverence.

Once atop the mountain and before the old man, he did not hesitate in the slightest before throwing himself flat upon the ground in worship. Tears filled his eyes as he cried out, "Qi Kaihui, kin of the Chosen Tribe's twelve-thousand-eight-hundredth generation, pays respects to the true progenitor of humankind!!!"

The true progenitor...