Xiao Yun was also eagerly anticipating the revival of spiritual energy. If his master and the others could attain the Great Emperor Dao and head to the Immortal Path with him, that would be the best possible outcome.
Otherwise, like the Great Emperors of old, they would have to watch their relatives and friends exhaust their lifespans and die one by one. That feeling would surely be unbearable.
A Great Emperor could live for tens of thousands of years on the Nine Heavens Continent, but even a Quasi-Emperor could not endure that long.
Thus, every Great Emperor of the past had experienced the sorrow and bitterness of parting in the mortal world. They watched their family and friends die one after another; in the end, even their enemies had all died.
The world was vast and boundless, yet not a single familiar face remained.
What loneliness and desolation that was.
Fortunately, this era would see the revival of spiritual energy. Xiao Yun felt very fortunate—at the very least, he would not have to become like those Great Emperors of the past.
At the very least, Zhao Wuji and Di Tian had a chance of attaining the Great Emperor Dao.
Perhaps even the Undying Ancestor, Thunder Ancestor, and the others would have a chance.
This was not merely a revival of spiritual energy. The Heavenly Dao's origin had recovered and devoured the origins of other worlds, making the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Heavens Continent even stronger than it had been in the Primordial Era.
Xiao Yun looked forward to it.
Within the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Southern Ridge, Kunpeng Ancestor brought Vermilion Bird and the Golden-Winged Roc back to his old home in the northeast.
Sitting on his heated brick bed, Kunpeng Ancestor looked at Vermilion Bird and the Golden-Winged