Jade Bamboo Mountains.
Nan Hua was staring intently at a "golden cloud" before him.
His expression was slightly dull as he spoke: "...Dao Ancestor, you're really giving this drop of True Immortal Blood to me?"
"Mhm." An unhurried immortal melody drifted from Circular Mountain. "True Immortal Blood remains condensed without dispersing and seeks its master. It took a thousand years of refinement to completely erase its master's aura. Then this drop was separated out, ready to be refined directly."
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor." Nan Hua took a deep breath.
His expression twitched. He only felt that this blood was rather intoxicating. This drop could no longer even be called blood—it was more like a miniature of Immortal Realm mountains and rivers, an ultimate supreme creation surpassing any immortal plant. In his daze, he actually glimpsed the road ahead of the Vast-Heaven Immortal Dao.
Three days later.
Nan Hua entered secluded life-or-death cultivation because of this blood.
Another thousand years passed.
Golden clouds spread across the skies above the Ageless Heavenly Radiance. The aura of the Great Dao of heaven and earth surged toward them as though summoned. The Heavenly Laws throughout the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory sank into a faint state of chaos, while only the operation of heaven and earth's rules remained unchanged.
That year.
Eternal Ancient cultivators of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm could no longer attain sudden enlightenment into Dao Accumulation, while Half-Immortal Realm cultivators could no longer break through the Immortal Pass. They lost their perception of the laws of heaven and earth, and naturally could no longer stir resonance with the Heavenly Laws to summon Lightning Tribulations.
Yet no one in Eternal Ancient panicked. All of them tempered themselves, elevating their levels of life.
Buzzz...
At that moment.
The old ancestors across the Eternal Ancient