Whoosh...
Ding—
Where he stood, chains of Tiandi coiled around him. Endless Great Dao suppressed him, locking him tightly within a place of utter emptiness, subjecting him every moment to the pain of Tiandi's obliteration and the Great Dao's reshaping.
Yet he was an Immortal Puppet; his will transcended his body.
As for all the body's suffering, he regarded it from a third-person perspective. He could even pierce through his Dao Heart and calmly analyze every word and action of his own.
He had held back this mouthful of black blood for far too long, letting it settle for far too long.
At last, he spat it out.
Boom!
His entire body jolted. His gaze seemed to pierce through eternity, through the vast and boundless Eternal Imperial City, through the primordial void. There was an unprecedented resolve in his eyes—steadfast as never before in history.
"Fellow Eternal Ancient Daoists, are you well?"
"Dao Ancestor... has returned."
Old Fifth slowly raised his head. The clarity in his eyes had already faded. He was not informing anyone, nor did any immortal sound echo out. It was as though he were muttering to himself rather than transmitting a message through divine sense.
Above the Eternal Imperial City.
Di Zhao's brows twitched slightly, his gaze lowering a fraction, carrying boundless profundity and gravity. What kind of...
His Dao Heart sank in an instant, and he thought no further.
Some secluded Immortal Continent within the Cosmic World.
The myriad races flourished side by side here, its Dao lineages powerful, its mountains and rivers vast and boundless. At a glance, one could tell this was a place where the Immortal Dao shone with exceptional brilliance; there were even quite a few True Immortal ruins.
That night.
The great Dao Palaces were thrown into commotion. Patriarchs