In the distance.
Yu Chenyu's gaze was profound as he looked Beyond Heaven. "Immortal Emperor, though this old man does not believe it, I will investigate this to the very end. The traitor will be cast into the Nine Netherworlds, never to be reborn for all eternity."
"Fellow Daoist Yu..."
"I do not believe Eternal Ancient will fall into ruin, nor do I believe the powerful figures of Eternal Ancient can be suppressed and killed. The Eternal Ancient Dao Lineage, the Eternal Ancient Bloodline—unique throughout All Heavens and Myriad Realms. If this is true, my Yu Clan will dye all things in the immortal blood of the heavens."
His voice remained as still as an ancient well, but his gaze had grown far more weathered. "Immortal Emperor, my Yu Clan has immortal medicine to heal the Dao wounds upon you. Stay here in peace for now. The time has not yet come for my Yu Clan to emerge."
Once.
Longevity had been the laws of Tiandi.
Now.
Longevity was the bloodline law of the Yu Clan.
Back then, he had left for this very reason, and he had already succeeded.
Now.
They were battling countless Ancient Daos within the River of Time, their strength earth-shaking, yet too many matters remained unfinished. He had heard that the Longevity Nine Cauldrons were formidable, so they might as well make all preparations in advance. He wanted to see for himself.
Just who was pulling strings behind that era...
Ming Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he silently nodded.
The Yu Clan was vastly different from before—calm and composed to a terrifying degree.
For the time being, he stayed here.
Past Mountain.
Ke Zixiao's brows twitched as he stared deeply at the Creation Longevity Cauldron.
Its mouth faced the heavens. Driven by intent, it