Beneath the Finality Immortal Gate.
His face was deathly pale, a thread of grayish-white immortal blood silently running down his arm. The surroundings had already been blasted into Chaos, and the Great Dao had long since been ground away.
"Ancestor, this corpse cannot be controlled. Its karmic ties have been extinguished, making it impossible to trace. It escaped."
"I know."
The Ominous Ancestor looked into the depths of space and spoke without expression. "He cultivates five Daos and has a time body that slaughtered its way out of the universe. Even in my Eternal Ancient Immortal World, he would qualify as someone who guards a Dao Mountain."
The implication was clear: if he had escaped, then so be it. He could not be killed through.
After hearing the Ancestor's assessment, the Ten Absolutes' unwilling expression gradually calmed. Anyone who could be considered a figure in the Eternal Ancient Immortal World was essentially impossible to kill—and even less possible to kill completely.
"Just take the Dao Fruit."
"Yes, Ancestor."
The universe fell deathly silent once more.
The heavens and earth of the two great Immortal Realms were left for the Ominous Clan to reshape as they pleased. This time, they were thoroughly familiar with the process. The Dao Accumulation of countless Immortals with no Path of Return was all absorbed by the Ominous Clan. They were even more ruthless than the True Immortals of the two realms, devouring everything clean, leaving not a scrap behind.
Heavenly Calendar, four billion years.
The Ominous Clan vanished.
Light returned to the earth. The epoch of heaven and earth began anew, and signs of life's revival appeared once more amid mountain ranges and rivers stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
It was as though much had happened, yet also as though nothing had