Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
After bidding Xu Qingshan and Wenren Yun farewell, he left Qingshan Peak and headed straight for the narrow strip of sky behind the True Martial Sacred Sect.
No one stopped him. Vast as the world was now, there was nowhere he could not go.
Passing the Life and Death Cave, he arrived within this land that resembled a boundless primeval forest.
Xu Zimo gazed into the distance. With one step, he had already appeared atop the cliff.
The three patriarchs sat there, waiting quietly for him.
As Xu Zimo approached, the Sky Curtain War God rose to his feet and was the first to bow to him.
"Why is Patriarch doing this?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"An Emperor naturally possesses majesty. All who see one must bow, regardless of age or seniority."
Xu Zimo did not insist. He merely chuckled.
"Now that you have become an Emperor, the prestige of our True Martial Sacred Sect is at its peak," the Traveler said.
"During your era, the sect can grow as freely and wantonly as vegetation in the wilderness. No person or force will dare contend with it."
"I understand," Xu Zimo nodded.
"I came here to ask the patriarchs how much you know about the Ruins of the Gods."
Upon hearing Xu Zimo's words, the several of them exchanged glances.
The Sky Curtain War God said, "When we were young, we entered it once as well.
Rather than calling it ruins, it would be more accurate to call it the graveyard of the gods."
"A graveyard?" Xu Zimo said in surprise. "Have all the gods already died?"
The fall of the Mythological Era was inseparable from the disappearance of the gods. Most people believed the gods had merely vanished.
No one had ever considered