At the center of the Fangdao Domain.
Aboard that colossal Immortal Ship, the ruddy-faced Old Daoist suddenly opened his eyes.
Chaos swirled within them, and countless Great Daos surged.
"A 'change' has appeared..."
"I saw a glimpse of a 'forbidden' future..."
"Could the Endless Void finally be about to give birth to a 'forbidden' existence as well?"
His expression grew unfathomable as he murmured to himself.
He wanted to see more clearly.
But the word "forbidden" barred his way, preventing him from seeing even a sliver more.
Unless—
His original self and his other two avatars could return.
With all three bodies merged into his original self, perhaps he could discern a thing or two.
"My original self..."
"Where in the world have you all gone?"
He sighed.
He could only be considered a top-tier Dao Ancestor.
But if his original self and avatars returned, and all three bodies merged into his original self—
He felt certain he would become far more powerful.
He shook his head.
With a movement, he appeared atop an exceedingly intricate altar.
A black banner snapped in the wind above it.
He sat cross-legged, and the entire altar blossomed with boundless mystic light.
"O souls, return—"
"O souls, return—"
"My fellow cultivators who once fought and perished for our homeland... let your blood and bones return from the end of the River of Time... from the ends of all spaces, existent or nonexistent..."
"O souls, return—"
The grand, lofty voice reached many unknown places and many points along the River of Time.
But as always.
No blood or bones, lingering souls or obsessions returned.
It was as though not a single trace of them existed anywhere in the Endless Void's past or future, or in any layer of space.
Yet the Old Daoist's voice remained