"Perfect. Through the Ye Clan's eyes and hands, the whole Immortal Realm would learn that I had completely fallen and been buried, that the Human Race's last powerhouse in plain sight had been buried..."
"From this day onward, our race would be utterly free of worry."
Gai Sanqian's lingering remnant gazed faintly at the riverbed. "...You are the Human Race's final trump cards in the Immortal Realm. When a world-shaking struggle for the Dao erupts in the Immortal Realm in the future, and the Human Race faces the calamity of extinction, you may emerge from this river."
"The Dao struggles of the world, the Great World of the Human Race."
"Remember... the Human Race was a race abandoned by the Great Dao Ranking and the Immortal Realm's evolution in the hierarchy of life. Because of that, the Great World of future Dao struggles would favor the Human Race. I was suppressed in this life, with no hope remaining. I could only entrust my final wish to later generations."
Gai Sanqian spoke calmly, casting one final glance at Mu Yuanzhi. In the end, a flaw had appeared. He had not accounted for this man completely—or perhaps that trace of kindness in his heart back then had left behind this calamity for himself.
Having said that.
He vanished into the heavens and earth of the Immortal Realm with Mu Yuanzhi's remnant soul in tow, passing away without a sound. It seemed they had perished together, while the Ye Clan reaped an enormous benefit from behind the scenes... monopolizing the entire Three Thousand Universes' "living being resources."
The River of Time did not vanish. It flowed on endlessly through eternity.
Ancient divine senses drifted from the riverbed. There stood figures known as "Great Dao Ancestor Longevity," while the entire River of Time