Cang Xinyun believed without a doubt. On the Firmament Dao Rail, he bade farewell one by one to his former friends and subordinates. He had only one final wish:
If they successfully escaped to the living beings' Small Realm, then when the Firmament Dao Rail sailed out beyond the clouds years later, he hoped the Array Palace would deliver an Image Recording Stone to his grave.
After saying that, he left the Firmament Dao Rail, into which he had poured most of his life's efforts, without looking back. Nor did he wish to leave them any further calamity because of his identity.
In this great era where myriad races marched side by side and defined themselves by race, being born bearing the Clan Fortune of the Chaos Immortal Spirit Ranking was itself a sin. Beneath the great tide of one's race, one could never remain unscathed alone.
He did not possess the courage or strength of the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor, capable of openly declaring his withdrawal from his race.
As a Great Vehicle Realm venerable, Cang Xinyun had long since seen through the nature of life. Thus, he had never shown any indignant resentment, never claimed that the myriad races were unjust. He only thought about how to escape.
His gaze lightly swept over these several thousand clansmen. Their true ancestor had already perished while covering their retreat, and even his remains could not be brought back. It was only natural that he had become the ancestor of this branch of the Lineage.
At this moment.
At the Firmament Formation Dao Palace, Feng Ju personally came to the Mengmu Great Sea Region. He had even brought generous gifts, visiting Yin Tianshou and Cui Ying with a beaming smile, chatting of heaven and earth as a fellow Daoist.
Both sides understood