Ancient Immortal lived a second life within the Myriad Tribulations Time-Sand.
Yet he still had no Spiritual Root.
But for his Martial Dao cultivation, lifespan was the greatest shackle.
As for everything else, it was not all that important.
When he stepped out of the Myriad Tribulations Time-Sand, Ancient Immortal did not know that the ancient Dao Ancestor Origin slumbering deep within the Ancient Immortal Forbidden Grounds had also begun to slowly fade away...
This method contained his "Time Dao Art," as well as great divine abilities of all living beings. The inherited talent of the Flameglow Scarlet Ancient Lion was among them. There had never been any inexplicable art of longevity; where there was gain, there was loss.
Perhaps when the legacy left behind by that ancient being dissipated, Ancient Immortal would pass away.
Or perhaps Ancient Immortal himself would walk the path of the Martial Dao progenitor and find a means to save himself. The River of Time was like a boundless wilderness; everything remained unknown.
Spirit Void Sacred Province, Fushi Sect.
Chen Xun understood all too well that Ancient Immortal would definitely not die, so he did not pay much attention to that deranged brat.
The sun was bright today. He had planted Crane Spirit Trees all over the enormous main peak, stretching beyond the eye could see. Countless legends had sprung up within the sect, leaving those younger disciples of the myriad races utterly dumbfounded...
Sect forbidden grounds, Inkspirit Immortal Pool.
The black brows of the Mountain-Seated Duck had become streaked with gray, and recollection occasionally flickered through its eyes.
Over the years, Sixth Brother had taken it traveling through the mountains and rivers of Supreme Unity. Though they had not set foot in every region of every Heavenly Domain, they had collected all the