"I understand. I'll do my best." Xu Zimo nodded.
When all was said and done,
when he had first arrived in the Nine Domains, True Martial Sacred Sect should have sent someone to receive him.
Unfortunately, his luck had been poor.
True Martial Sacred Sect had declined. Forget sending someone to receive him—it probably could not even leave the Heaven Tier Domain.
As the two spoke, their figures stepped through the air.
They had already arrived above True Martial Sacred Sect.
Seeing the present-day, fallen True Martial Sacred Sect, True Martial Progenitor let out a sigh.
At his realm,
he had long since rarely felt sorrow over anything.
Yet True Martial Sacred Sect held extraordinary meaning for him.
Throughout his life, he had neither married nor fathered children, nor did he have anyone he particularly missed.
His only obsession was likely True Martial Sacred Sect.
To him, True Martial Sacred Sect was like his own child.
When True Martial Sacred Sect had first clashed with the Ten Great Clans, he had not yet been this powerful.
They had been beaten back step by step.
In the end, he could only flee with the other Dao Fruits and Great Sages, leaving True Martial Sacred Sect behind to be destroyed.
True Martial Progenitor waved his great hand.
Powerful strength descended from his palm.
This power carried the charm of the Great Dao, as though the murmurs of the Great Dao rang out without end.
Rumble, rumble.
Looking down, one could clearly see
that the land on which True Martial Sacred Sect stood had originally been destroyed by war.
But now, beneath the Great Dao,
the inch-by-inch cracked mountains and rivers began to recover.
The dried-up rivers began to flow once more.
The dead flowers, grasses, and trees sprouted anew and took root.