Every Ancient Emperor had a different view of immortal ascension and a different attitude toward the mortal world. Some saw it as an obstacle to becoming immortal and discarded it like worn-out shoes; others saw it as a cherished attachment and thought of it every moment.
This had something to do with the years they spent sealed away. The longer they existed, the less human they became. Beneath the towering might of time, that little bit of humanity was washed away again and again until almost nothing remained. This was the greatest of time's longevity calamities.
Among Big Dipper's seven Imperial Clans, the Ancient Emperor of Fire Qilin Cave valued family more than the Immortal Path. Inviting Huo Lin'er into the Heavenly Court was an effective bargaining chip.
For the Myriad Dragon Emperor, becoming immortal and his daughter were equally important. Offering him benefits could tip his scales.
As for the Golden Ancient Emperor and the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor, their children were certainly important, but becoming immortal mattered more.
Different people called for different strategies. After entering Blood Phoenix Mountain, Lin Xian repeated his old trick and met with the Ancient Emperor's Son, Huang Xudao.
Huang Xudao wore the Scarlet Blood Crown. Each strand of his hair communicated and merged with the Great Dao of heaven and earth. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he lived up to his name, devoting himself wholly to the Dao. Yet even someone like him could not rise above worldly feelings when faced with family affection.
The Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor might not care about his son, but his son missed his father.
"My father's whereabouts in his final years were unknown. Even I don't know where he went."
Huang Xudao lowered his eyes and said gravely, "Why are you so certain, Saint Lin,