Undying Mountain, the western Side Hall.
Compared to the blood-stirring oath-taking ceremony in the Main Hall, the atmosphere here was decidedly strange.
Several Immortal Emperors, including Lu Yu and Chen Xu, sat or stood in silence.
It was not that Si Chen had forbidden them to go. They simply had no face to show there.
Especially after sensing the aura of an immortal lord emanating from Bai He.
How ironic.
Ancestor Si Ming, who had remained silent all this time, let out a soft sigh.
"Such were the times. Such was fate."
He shook his head, gazing deeply into the void. "That fellow Gu Hong... what a pity."
"Si Chen can be cold and ruthless one moment, yet scrupulously distinguish kindness from grudges the next."
"Since he spared our lives, he presumably never intended to wipe us out from the start."
"If Gu Hong had not been taken by 'Filth' back then, had not been completely assimilated, Si Chen... might not have killed him either."
Everyone fell silent at his words.
Indeed, not one of the eleven of them had died. Why would Si Chen have had no room for Gu Hong?
If only he, too, had survived back then...
All they could say was that fortune had failed him, and fate had run its course.
"What use is there in saying all this now?"
Chen Xu closed his eyes and shook his head in self-mockery. "That fellow is about to set out. We... should prepare as well, and go bring everything to an end."
Silence descended upon the hall once more. Only a cold wind occasionally swept through, as though telling of the old era's final curtain fall.
Three days later.
Above the Forgotten River Starfield, an air of murderous resolve surged into the heavens.
The million-strong army