Ten years later.
Matters across the Immortal Realm drifted into the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory on gentle breezes from every direction.
Star Lord returned to the ancestral land with a trace of regret on his face.
"Dao brother, the Nine-Heavens Progenitor..." An Astral Clan mighty figure approached slowly, his expression heavy. He seemed to have roughly guessed the outcome of that day's discussion.
Star Lord merely fell silent and said nothing more.
That one had not nodded. Everything had been in vain.
The great tide of the Immortal Realm was not something he could turn around alone. If Eternal Ancient did not act, then even if he left the mountain by himself and fought to the death, he would only become a joke.
Seeing his Dao brother like this, the Astral Clan mighty figure sighed softly. "Senior brother, the Nine-Heavens Progenitor is an Eternal Ancient Longevity Being who has weathered vast epochs of hundreds of millions of years. He has likely long grown accustomed to such scenes."
Star Lord slowly shook his head.
Eternal Ancient possessed the most complete Immortal History in the entire Immortal Realm, yet such a horrifying mass extinction had never appeared before. Even amid one calamity after another, there had never been anything remotely so terrifying. Instead, those calamities had heralded the next flourishing revival.
But in this era, there was no vibrant scene of life after catastrophe—only the air of extinction.
Hostility ran rampant throughout the Immortal Realm, causing far too many cultivators to lose their reason, even overlooking the schemes and greater tides hidden behind everything. They cared only for settling scores to their heart's content. You killed my clansman today, killed my disciple—then tomorrow, I would kill your clansman and your disciple.
Even Immortal clansmen and Sage disciples would be slaughtered whenever an