He sat in meditation for a day.
Wang Qicang's breathing gradually steadied. No one knew what had happened to make the Dao heart of this Longevity True Immortal tremble for an entire day.
He looked into the distance, an almost imperceptible trace of worry staining his brow.
The cultivators of the Eternal Ancient Immortal World had descended, yet he had sensed nothing. It could be said that the entire Immortal Realm had sensed nothing, for it had given him no response whatsoever.
"Why have they come here?"
He murmured to himself, then instantly issued a heavenly decree, turning that direction into a forbidden land. Cultivators of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains were no longer permitted to explore or expand toward it.
The moment this decree was issued, the world was thrown into an uproar.
The ancestors of countless ancient Immortal Sects and Dao Sects were horrified. They immediately carried out the Immortal Ancestor's will, fearing that some extraordinary existence lay there—or that an Immortal Ancestor had left behind some scheme and contingency. Under no circumstances could they offend it.
With a single word from Wang Qicang, the matter was settled.
The Immortal Realm was vast, and that direction was not an important place.
One year later.
Three Thousand Immortal Domains, Immortal Gate.
The outer regions still surged with towering waves, immortal mist drifting like smoke.
Wang Qicang's face was slightly pale. Over the past year, he had been unable to enter meditation, his mind restless. Memories of an era where the Great Dao was destroyed and the laws collapsed kept surfacing before his eyes.
Though he had never come into contact with the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory, as his cultivation realm rose higher and higher in his youth, more and more legends about the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory had reached