Chen Xun condensed the Dao inscriptions of two Primordial Immortal Treasures and directly entered seclusion.
Everything within the sect continued as usual. Futian was in seclusion; even if the sky were punctured through, so what... they were family.
Despite such earth-shaking commotion, the State Religion remained calm, the Supreme Unity Immortal Court remained calm, and the outside world was even more obedient. Anyone seeking to spy on Futian's cultivation would not even get past the Supreme Unity Immortal Court.
Chen Xun was also quite at peace. He could not help recalling his time in the Desolate Heaven Domain, where the slightest disturbance would draw countless gazes upon him. It had been unbearably vexing; better to flee to the Primordial River and live in peace.
Now, he had no lingering worries. He could openly bring out Primordial Immortal Treasures at last, and no more Boundless Strongest Myriad Races leaped out to yap nonsense. This was how it should be.
This present peace gave him a rare sense of ease. At last, he had set down his heavy burden.
He had also received word that the Ancient Saint Clan had completely cut ties with the Chaos Clan. Gu Qijie could be considered sensible.
The Chaos Clan no longer had an Immortal watching over them. They could no longer ravage the Three Thousand Great Worlds as they once had, nor could they stir up any real storm now. His sect disciples no longer needed to go to the Extraterritorial Battlefield to fight those endlessly spawning Evil Spirits.
Afterward, the Ancient Saint Clan could only merge into the myriad races and advance alongside the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Let them fight among themselves... it could be considered his tribute to the sect disciples, an invisible way of carrying out the teachings of his master's