To the Spirit Emperor, the words this unknown, terrifying powerhouse had just spoken contained far too much information, leaving him unable to react for a long time.
"Thirty thousand years of accumulation," "a divine general serving my disciple," and "attaining immortality and forging the Dao"-each of these three key phrases was more frightening than the last, their implications so profound that the more the Spirit Emperor considered them, the more horrified he became.
After all, taken together, these phrases usually meant only one thing, the most important matter in this universe: attaining immortality.
The Immortal Dao and eternal life were the ultimate aspirations pursued by countless Heavenly Venerables and Ancient Emperors throughout the ages, including the Spirit Emperor himself, and the ultimate goal of every living being in the universe.
For the Spirit Emperor himself, if he could achieve that goal, any sacrifice and any price would be worthwhile.
But the situation now was that a terrifying being who might be on the verge of attaining immortality seemed to have been disturbed by his mounted assault on the Undying Mountain, wasting at least thirty thousand years of accumulation in the process.
In the Spirit Emperor's eyes, such an act absolutely constituted obstructing another's Dao-a mortal feud that could end only with one side's death!
That realization instantly filled the imprisoned Spirit Emperor's heart with deep unease and a chill. He became intensely worried about his own predicament, and regret welled up within him.
As for whether this mysterious being before him was deceiving him, the Spirit Emperor did not believe that. Leaving aside the pride such a supreme figure surely possessed, the mere fact that he had been suppressed with a single finger, unable to use the slightest trace of his Great Dao or magical power and reduced utterly to