Si Ming, Chen Xu, and the other nine Immortal Emperors stared blankly at that slightly frail figure from behind, the shock and conflicting emotions in their eyes beyond measure.
They were not petty men.
Even Gu Hong, arrogant as he had once been, had fought to the very last moment when it came to matters of right and wrong.
Nor were they fools.
The two "Si Chens," one in black and one in white, had made no effort to keep their conversation from them. They had not even considered them worth hiding it from. Every single word had reached their ears.
Stealing the Dao, the source, erasing all the heavens, restarting the era...
With their experience and intelligence, coupled with the earlier upheaval in the Immortal Realm, how could they fail to guess the truth?
"Bearing the karma of countless lifetimes alone..." Ancestor Si Ming sighed softly.
He had cultivated the Life-Creating Dao all his life, yet never had he witnessed an act of creation so domineering, yet so gentle.
The others' gazes were equally conflicted.
Back then, they had blamed all their sins on "the heartlessness of heaven and earth," on "having no other choice."
But what of the man before them?
He could have looked down upon all living beings from on high, yet he had chosen to burn himself to shoulder all the heavens and myriad worlds.
"We... are ashamed." Lu Yu slowly closed his eyes.
Without another word, all eleven bowed deeply to the white-haired young man before them.
They bent all the way down and remained there for a long time.
This was true respect, not fear.
Hearing the movement behind him, Si Chen slowly turned around.
"Please, rise."
Though he looked somewhat weary, his voice remained calm. "An age of turmoil is coming. That