Very soon.
News of Ni Canghuan's deeds spread back to the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory.
Yet once the news was confirmed, no one worried. The Dao Ancestor was still here; no matter how bad the outcome, there would always be a way out.
Two thousand years later.
Ni Canghuan returned, swaying unsteadily, but his eyes were filled with deep indignation and unwillingness, his face cold as an iceberg.
He raised his head.
He looked toward that majestic, boundless Divine Mountain Continent, a trace of imperceptible heaviness settling in the depths of his gaze.
Ever since hearing Nan Hua recount that era, he had been unable to let go as his teacher had.
But neither could he kill the Eternal Ancient True Immortals of later generations, who had lived through hundreds of millions of years, in merely a few thousand years. No one's foundation was inferior to another's. At most, he could destroy their lineages; he could not destroy those True Immortals themselves.
At that thought.
Ni Canghuan's eyes turned even colder. "Chong Nu, if I do not avenge this grudge, then I am unworthy of being your master."
Back then.
Chong Que had followed him for a long time, traveling far and wide with the Mysterious Yellow Dao Palace. He had been the first servant beneath him whom he had truly acknowledged.
He drew a deep breath and cupped his hands from afar. "Teacher."
"Mm." That voice descended faintly from Azure Heaven.
"This disciple's cultivation is insufficient, so I will be entering seclusion."
Ni Canghuan said in a deep voice, "If you have any orders, simply summon this disciple."
"Good." Chen Xun's voice drifted over slowly, and he said nothing more.
Ni Canghuan did the same.
Dragging his exhausted Immortal Body, he slowly headed in another direction. As for... asking