"Seal this place away."
He looked at Jiao Po and spoke expressionlessly. "I'm going to take a look at Yi Wei's spirit tomb."
"Master, the Dao Ancestor has already been here." Seeming to recall something, Jiao Po spoke tremblingly. "His venerable self brought a group of High Immortals and even cursed Master several times..."
"I know."
Meng Sheng gazed into the Immortal Firmament at the sun and moon. His tied black hair drifted loose behind him in the wind, and there was no surprise in his eyes. Then, without looking back, he departed, his silhouette lonely yet resolute.
The following year.
Heavenly Mountain.
Ancient Immortal stared uncertainly at the sun and moon. If he could not recognize that this was the reversal of heaven and earth's laws, the Celestial Cycle Star Orbit that had been set in place, then all his years pursuing the Dao at the Primordial Academy would have been for nothing.
"The aura of the Time Dao... It's him."
Ancient Immortal drew a deep breath, his gaze sharp as lightning as his aura continued to rise. "Futian, you once comprehended all methods. I imagine you now comprehend all Daos as well. But your greatest weakness is that you possess a Spiritual Root!"
But before he could think further—
Suddenly!
The mountain peaks of Heavenly Mountain trembled, issuing dragon-like roars. The snow atop the peaks turned into billions of ice blades, hanging inverted across the heavens.
Ancient Immortal's brows immediately furrowed. The immortal qi of the entire Heavenly Mountain was freezing solid—birds flapped their wings in midair yet could not advance a single inch; waterfalls flowed backward and froze into heaven-piercing ice pillars; even the billowing blood-qi smoke erupting from the pores of his Martial Astral Immortal Body solidified into twisted crimson vines.
Buzz—
The chains of