Immortal Realm Calendar, 1.16 billion years.
The rules of Tiandi had been forcibly repaired by the Ominous Clan over countless years. Just as the Ominous Ancestor had said back then, they had expended quite a bit of their reserves. A flicker of heartache crossed his eyes as well; it seemed this was a lingering aftereffect of spending too long around the Dao Ancestor.
"Ancestor, this is far too wasteful..." an Ominous Clan powerhouse said in a deep voice. "The Immortal Realm is a place where the Great Dao is penned."
The implication was that a cursory repair would have been enough. There was no need to go to such extravagant lengths; the Immortal Realm's future powerhouses would hardly complain about their environment.
"Silence."
"Yes."
"Must I consult with you before I do anything?"
The Ominous Ancestor stood afar atop the firmament, looking down as he said calmly, "If there is a next time, you need not appear within the Finality Immortal Gate again."
"Ancestor, forgive me!!"
"Withdraw."
"Yes!"
That Ominous Clan powerhouse fled as though escaping for his life.
The Ominous Ancestor gave a cold snort, his majesty towering over heaven and earth. Doubting him was doubting the Dao Ancestor's will. Courting death.
After a long while.
He looked upon the recovering rules of the Immortal Realm and murmured softly, "It seems the Immortal Bodies of three thousand True Immortals were still somewhat too few. Hopefully there will be more in the future, so we will at least no longer need to draw upon our reserves."
The Ominous Ancestor's gaze darkened slightly.
He had never paid much attention to the Immortal Realm, but when he saw how horrifyingly fractured its laws were, even his heart stirred with a trace of shock. No wonder those three thousand True Immortals had