"Hard, hard, hard." The Burial Lord looked grave, repeating the word three times before mocking himself. "Even someone as mighty as that figure from the Emperor-Fall Era ultimately faded away. And what splendor that Old Golden Crow of the Immortal Realm once possessed! He nearly attained the Dao, yet his ostentation and establishment of the Heavenly Court brought about his imperial demise."
"I was frightened out of my wits. I hid inside an earthenware jar for several epochs, not daring to move. Only by clinging to life that way did I survive until today."
The Ancestor of the Burial Domain had lived through countless epochs, experienced the Emperor-Fall Era, and met the Golden Crow Heavenly Emperor. Watching their towers rise and crumble amid the unpredictable storms of the ages had made him exceedingly cautious.
Had Lin Xian not descended upon the Foreign Realm, many Burial Kings would still have believed that this Ancestor had gone to the Other Shore of the Sea of Realms, seeking an opportunity to break beyond kingship and become an emperor.
"When the sky falls, the tallest will hold it up." Lin Xian spoke meaningfully. "At your cultivation level, fellow Daoist, you are probably even stronger than Butcher. You could be called the foremost cultivator beneath the Emperor Realm."
"The foremost cultivator beneath the Imperial Path is, plainly speaking, merely a king. Nothing more." The Burial Lord shook his head. "Besides, with fellow Daoist Tianxuan here, what do I amount to?"
The attending Burial Kings were suddenly horrified. What did their Ancestor mean? Could the Tianxuan King have already transcended the Immortal King Realm and begun treading the Imperial Path?
"The dark storm is coming. The age of the Great Reckoning is not far away. All the heavens will truly be thrown into turmoil."
Lin Xian