"The road lies beneath your feet. Have you understood me or not?!"
"Understood!" A group of Three-Eyed People kowtowed to their ancestor, tears in their eyes.
"Enough talk. Hurry and hide!"
If Zhang Ming had been here, he would certainly have been shocked.
Such was fate. Many things that were destined to happen would ultimately happen, no matter how many cycles of reincarnation passed, whether in a premonition or in reality.
But this time, the many Immortals had a little more composure.
At least everyone had a chance to say goodbye, without such a frantic rush.
One Immortal even peeled off a piece of his own skin and wrote his cultivation method and life experiences on it.
"We are neither kin nor friends."
"This is merely a legacy. There is no need for gratitude."
Of course, many other Immortals had lived too long and grown emotionally detached.
They cared little about such things as descendants.
They were simply going through the motions. With a sweep of their hands, they drew the surrounding villages into Space Gourds, not bothering to explain.
Then they quietly surveyed the increasingly dim starry sky.
The Idealist Rules had fallen into widespread disorder, and the sky seemed on the verge of collapse.
And that second before its collapse, that dusk when the end arrived, was especially unsettling.
Jia Yushi used Earth Escape to retrieve the Space Gourds filled with local natives, one after another.
"These native life-forms hardly matter anyway. There are only a little over a hundred million of them altogether," a tusked giant beast sneered. "These Spatial Artifacts were gifts from [Hope], weren't they? The gourds alone are worth hundreds or thousands of times more than they are."
"Ah, we're just doing a little something so our consciences are clear." Jia Yushi smiled too.