The true titans of the Land of the Void had finally decided to act.
They had always stayed behind the scenes, pulling every string, but Ancient Tiger's betrayal had changed their minds.
Opportunities had to be created with their own hands, though they, too, had sensed that fateful opportunity approaching.
But they understood the dangers involved even better.
They did not want to be frogs at the bottom of a well, yet neither did they want to be the first birds to stick their heads out.
If they ventured out, would destruction or rebirth await them? Who could say for certain?
In truth, over countless years, they had had no shortage of opportunities to venture out. Yet they had kept watching, not because they did not want to, but because they did not dare.
They dared not venture out. They feared that rumor.
The consequence of reaching the Heavenly Dao Realm would be to become food for Heaven.
But what was Heaven?
From beginning to end, no one had ever known.
Heaven had never appeared, either.
Yet this nebulous legend was something they believed without a shred of doubt.
The two titans had witnessed the passing of far too many eras. Precisely because they had seen so many rises and falls, they always felt that everything followed fixed patterns.
Someone behind the scenes was controlling those patterns.
They did not know when that rumor had first arisen, but it had become firmly lodged in their hearts.
There was still the Heavenly Dao Realm they dared not advance into. Not one of those said to have reached it had ever returned.
Even if this world no longer held anyone they missed, did they truly not wish to leave a single trace behind?
Would it not be good to leave those good