"So, when that clan ushered in the Era of Ancient Chaos, our sect took action." His tone was vast and unruffled, yet it carried the weight of ages, brimming with power.
"Senior Brother, did the Ancestral Court personally go on campaign...?"
Senior Brother nodded.
"The Ancestral Court dispatched all ninety-nine Dao Suppression Elders. Eight Immortal Ancestors performed Dao Sacrifice and brought our province's Immortal Artifact, the Celestial Cosmos Marrow-Suppressing Seal. That ancient battle lasted over ten million years. The Nine Ancestral Mines were utterly destroyed and could not be preserved."
"And the Vast Clan's thirty Immortal Ancestors were completely wiped out. From then on, the Vast Dao was thoroughly suppressed by our sect. No cultivator beneath heaven could ever again resonate with that Dao and set foot upon the immortal path."
He spoke calmly, as though recounting some trifling matter. His expression held conviction and boundless confidence.
Yet the young disciples were already shaken to their cores.
A war lasting over ten million years.
All Ancestor Realm experts exterminated.
What level of Immortal War had that been?
But they were all old foxes who had lived for a thousand years. They treated such untraceable ancient facts as nothing more than idle conversation.
Just as everyone was lost in thought.
Within the mine vein below.
An elderly member of the Vast Clan suddenly paused for an instant.
His back was bent, his flesh withered, and the mining hammer in his hand had long been worn down to a mere broken handle.
Lightning flashed over him.
And vaguely revealed—
Upon his brow bone was an exceedingly ancient Immortal Rune, one that belonged entirely outside this Tiandi.
The rune was badly shattered.
Yet it still carried a trace of indescribable majesty.
But it lasted only an instant.
He lowered his head again.