The Yu Clan's Third Ancestor.
Second Ancestor, Yu Bingyi.
Seventh Ancestor, Yu Chenyu.
Tenth Ancestor, Yu Peiyuan.
Yet as their final days arrived, the three Immortals carried an air of utter freedom, their calmness deeply moving.
"Dao Ancestor." Yu Bingyi's hair was white with age. He nodded and smiled. "To have weathered wind and rain alongside all of you immortal friends for so many years has been my good fortune. I also wish that all of you immortal friends may find your Dao Paths vast and smooth."
Having said this, he rose and slowly cupped his hands toward Chen Xun, Gu Lisheng, and the others.
Whoosh—
A vast gale churned above Yu Bingyi's head, gathering around a mass of wondrous immortal radiance. It was the Yu Clan's Ascension Immortal Platform. Countless cultivators of every race watching from afar revealed looks of astonishment. A young man had condensed the phenomenon of an immortal platform within his body—his bearing was peerless!
Yu Chenyu, white-haired yet rosy-cheeked, cupped his hands. "Many thanks, Dao Ancestor. Many thanks, fellow Daoists."
Having said that, he smiled as well.
Though they had used their bodies to suppress the Great World Origin, these years had nonetheless been free and unrestrained. He only hoped that, in the future, the Yu Clan's descendants would produce one astonishing talent after another, continuing to follow the Dao Ancestor onward.
Yu Peiyuan's gaze was somewhat clouded as he solemnly bowed to the many Immortals. "Through the ages, the Yu Clan has received Heaven's grace. Now, we have also received the grace of many immortal friends. We only hope that the blessings we leave behind may protect you all for another stretch of the journey."
Chen Xun solemnly returned the bow.
Gu Lisheng and the others wore grave expressions as they slowly returned