Heaven and earth suddenly darkened, the curtain of rain pouring down like a waterfall.
It was as though an invisible giant hand had pressed the entire world into an abyss woven from wind and thunder.
The disciple—Feng Zhu—had once been nothing more than an ordinary cultivator of the Profound Rain Immortal Realm. By a twist of fate, however, he had become the disciple of that old man whom the world regarded as somewhat muddleheaded.
At this moment, his knees were nearly sunk into the mud, his entire body drenched, his gaze fixed unblinkingly upon the two corpse-like figures towering like divine mountains at the heart of the Immortal Realm.
They were his senior brothers in the Dao... his master's senior brothers.
—Their remains stood like two peerless steles stretching across the long river of the Immortal Realm.
Untouched by ten thousand tribulations, their immortal might undying.
"...Master, you!"
Feng Zhu's voice was so thin that the wind and rain nearly swallowed it whole.
Just then—
Deep within the Skyvault, the Eight Desolations Star Sea trembled in unison. Immortal figures descending from the voids of myriad worlds surged into the Profound Rain Immortal Realm like a tide.
Every one of them was an ancient figure standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm. Some were Heavenly Lords bearing titles bestowed by the Heavenly Court, some were supreme Sages who had lived in seclusion, and others were unfathomably mysterious visitors from beyond the domains.
The same desire blazed in all their eyes:
—the great secret of becoming Immortal in the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
And the two Immortal Corpses were the sole key.
Fifty thousand years ago...
The immortals had returned in defeat, cowed by the two Eternal Ancient Immortals for tens of thousands of years.
Yet their Dao Fruits were Undying...