This place remained silent for a long while.
A strange smile suddenly curled Chen Xun's lips. "Thank you for the advice, Fellow Daoist Forget-Sorrow. So long as I do not fall, the Taiyi Ghost Gate will not sink."
Rumble...
All of a sudden, an ancient thunderclap rang out from the skies of the Heavenly Domain. It shook heaven and earth, yet no lightning appeared.
Many cultivators felt their Dao hearts waver. They stared into the distance in confusion. What filthy thing was that?!
Within the Yin-Yang Bamboo forest.
Forget-Sorrow Immortal's eyes trembled faintly beneath that thunderous roar. It sounded like a sigh from the Heavenly Dao, yet also like a warning from the Great Dao, endlessly echoing through the heavens.
The Dao Ancestor before him, even though his realm had fallen to the Qi Refining Realm, still radiated supreme confidence. The spirit he had displayed during the bloody Celestial River War had not diminished in the slightest—his back was straight, his head held high toward the heavens!
He took a deep breath. For such a hero to have no backup plan at all would have been far too strange. He simply could not guess what it was.
Faint light flowed through Chen Xun's pupils. Becoming immortal through a borrowed Dao was too weak; it could be called his weakest immortal form. Mere twenty thousand years—what did that even amount to?! A mere Celestial River War—what was that?!
"Dao Ancestor, I understand your words." Forget-Sorrow suddenly lowered his gaze and used an honorific. "Your old friends and disciples may come to the Taiyi Ghost Gate at any time to have their souls sealed away."
"The Taiyi Ghost Gate will bear the price in full."
"Forget-Sorrow, what do you seek?"
"To behold Heaven-and-Earth Death Qi." Forget-Sorrow spoke word by word, his gaze