The three of them had attained Eternity, and that was deeply connected to the false Dao Sovereign they spoke of—or rather, the monster that had usurped the Dao Sovereign's identity.
Of course, that did not mean they were puppets through and through.
In the era that belonged to the Dao Sovereign, they truly could do nothing but follow the "will of Heaven."
Even Eternal Ones, lofty as they were, had to obey Heaven's will and accept its mandate.
But this place was different.
The Dao Sovereign's era had long passed. The title of Dao Sovereign was something even more ancient than distant history itself.
Other than old antiques like them, the lives of the new era simply had no idea that such a powerful being had once existed.
This was, in fact, highly unreasonable.
Because let alone the Dao Sovereign, even Eternal Ones like them, so long as they existed, exerted a powerful warping force upon the world—twisting the multiverse, past and future alike, creating countless legends of their own.
Even if they never once appeared before the world, even if civilizations rose and fell through countless cycles, legends belonging to them would naturally emerge all the same.
Yet in this age, there were no legends of the Dao Sovereign, nor were there any legends of them. That could only mean that their power was unable to descend into this era.
Just as they drew upon the truth of heaven and earth as anchor points, letting their Dao Fruits slumber.
Just as the Dao Sovereign could only exist in the distant past, finding it difficult to descend upon the present point in time.
In this era, a force was obstructing the Dao Sovereign's power, erasing the Dao Sovereign's legends.
And only here could they gain a measure of freedom, rather