Ten Thousand Realms Martial Arts Tournament

Jiang Jian shook his head and said, "Cultivators truly lose track of time when they enter seclusion. Besides, my grandfather's cultivation is beyond imagination. Perhaps a million years seems long to us, but to him, it is merely the duration of a dream—perhaps even shorter. It will only become harder and harder to see him in the future. If you have business, seek out the other Great Luos of the Immortal Dao, or go find my father. The Heavenly Court can make decisions as well."

The Immortal Dao was rapidly growing into a colossal behemoth. The various Merit Sects had already established close ties with the void. Harmony Light Fate Lord wanted to bypass the Great Luos and directly meet the Dao Ancestor. Jiang Jian felt that this was against the rules and would also offend his grandfather.

Even the Lord of Profound Fate might not be able to meet his grandfather now. What gave a mere Fate Lord the right to do so?

Before Dao Yan's attack, Harmony Light Fate Lord's choice had already driven a wedge between them. Their ability to meet now was nothing more than empty pleasantries.

Tong Xue smiled and said, "Senior, stop thinking about meeting the Dao Ancestor. No matter what your business is, it is not important enough to disturb the Dao Ancestor. If the Lord of Profound Fate sent you, that would be a breach of etiquette and an act of disrespect toward the Dao Ancestor—unless the Lord of Profound Fate comes personally."

Harmony Light Fate Lord shot her a glance, secretly displeased. These siblings were becoming more and more outrageous. Their tone made them sound like members of the Immortal Dao rather than people of Profound Fate.

He felt rather helpless. In truth, many living beings within Profound Fate had begun