The guard's expression remained cold and indifferent. He did not say a word.
He was merely controlling a Dharma artifact to collect Violent Immortal Spirit Stones. These were excellent materials crucial to nurturing the Golden Core Grotto-Heaven, treasures that could be passed down to the next generation. There could be no carelessness.
The Immortal Puppet was determining the heading, locking onto the coordinates of the Astral Clan continent.
And those Immortal Runes had been its reply. There was nothing much to do on the borders of the Star Domain, so it simply observed here and there, spotted the coordinates transmitted by the Astral Clan, and found this race rather sensible... so they came.
The Primordial Immortal Runes of this Immortal Realm were naturally no mere symbols. They were the unified script personally composed and passed down by the Dao Ancestor of the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory. It would not be an exaggeration to say they possessed the effect of innate enlightenment.
"Fellow Daoist, wait for me!"
That was the reply the Immortal Puppet had sent to the Astral Clan... This matter stirred not the slightest ripple in the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory, nor even a trace of disturbance along the Star Domain frontier. That isolated island... honestly, it was simply too small and too barren.
Compared to the Immortal Spirit Continent of old, it was not even worth a single hair. They could not be bothered to spare it another glance, much less further disrupt the lives of these Immortal Realm beings. After all, everyone was busy.
Only disciples of the Heavenly Secrets Dao Palace had such leisure, enjoying the observation of countless races and their civilizations. Since it also aligned with their Heavenly Secrets Great Dao, they sent over an incarnation.
That journey lasted seventeen years.
During those seventeen