Silent.
Motionless.
As though they had stood there for countless years.
Rain fell.
Yet it silently veered aside as it neared them.
Lightning struck down.
Yet above them, it shattered into flecks of light.
They had done nothing.
They had not even released an aura.
Yet the entire Heavenly Marrow Mine Vein had already begun to feel unfamiliar.
As if... this place had always belonged to them.
Deep within the void.
The dozens of Immortal Ancestors showed the faintest change for the first time.
Because they could not see through them.
They could not see through their cultivation.
They could not see through their aura.
They could not even—
See through their existence.
In the Nine Provinces, that was impossible.
At last.
An Immortal Ancestor clad in an ancient Thunder Dao robe stepped forward.
The lightning of Tiandi gathered once more.
His voice was like the laws of heaven:
"The Heavenly Marrow Mine Vein is a place guarded by the Nine Provinces' Dao lineage."
"Outsider."
"Step back."
As his words fell.
The Thunder Sea surged explosively.
Billions of lightning arcs became a heavenly canopy that pressed down.
The entire world regained that majesty which suppressed all races.
It was the absolute confidence born of ruling over countless eras.
They had once suppressed the Vast Clan.
They had once rewritten Tiandi.
They were the very order of the Nine Provinces today.
Yet.
The rain still fell.
Heavier than before.
As if something deep within the Skyvault was slowly cracking apart.
Chen Xun said nothing.
He did not even look at those Immortal Ancestors.
His gaze.
Fell upon the earth.
Upon the Vast Clan members who still mined there.
Those numb movements.
Those eyes long devoid of light.
Those withered bones scorched gray-white by lightning.
Wind and rain were soundless.
The Thunder