The Yu Clan's three ancestors feared neither life nor death. They gave no thought to their current predicament, focusing only on the Dao Pattern on Chen Xun's brow, their hearts churning like storm-tossed seas. A Dao Mark!
A cultivator from the legends of Sui Gu!
They could not possibly be mistaken. The faintly emanating five-colored immortal light was subtly suppressing the great Dao immortal power within their bodies.
"Chen Xun, did you sacrifice your lifespan?" Ke Ding discovered the crucial point and cried out in alarm. "Are you planning to leave before I do?!"
Their previous promise had yet to be fulfilled. This was a Heavenly Dao Pact—neither thunder nor lightning could shake it!
Moo! Black Bull suddenly rammed into Ke Ding, his expression brimming with indignation.
Even so, Chen Xun appeared remarkably relaxed. Though he showed signs of age, it was not hard to discern the spirited vigor hidden within those clouded eyes.
As for the outside world's condemnation, clamor, and Heaven's Lament, none of it disturbed his state of mind. He had gone through something like this back on the Chaos Ancient Road.
"Old Bull."
"Moo~"
Black Bull understood at once and nudged Chen Xun onto his back.
"Plans cannot keep up with changes." Chen Xun spoke in fits and starts, his white hair drifting gently through the air. "This Dao Ancestor never expected the myriad races to resort to such methods."
He had thought that after Tea Mountain slew the Kongtong Immortal, and after he went to the Boundless Great World to suppress the Primordial Immortal Clan, the myriad races would fear his overwhelming might. Yet he had not expected the Heaven-Earth Overlord Clan to rebound as though they had hit rock bottom.
Ke Ding was so anxious that tears were welling up in his eyes. What