These two immortals were both immensely ancient beings.
They had long since cast off the shackles of race and living creatures, sitting and reclining above the clouds. They no longer possessed the emotions of living beings, nor did they consider themselves living beings.
Immortals.
'Eternal and undying,' they quietly watched the vast storms of the Great Age unfold.
A lifespan of one hundred thousand years was merely the sacrifice and backlash endured by the Myriad Race Immortals of later generations for Suppressing the Great World Source. Having fulfilled Heaven and Earth's grand undertaking, they had in truth long transcended living beings.
The immortal incarnations walking the world were, in the end, not their true selves. They still carried the intense emotions of living beings from their weaker days—anger, irrationality, fear...
Yet the instant their immortal bodies stepped into the Great World Source, their Dao Hearts had all become exceedingly detached. What joy was there in life, what suffering in death?
Speaking of true ruthlessness, perhaps even the immortals of the Tai Yi Immortal Court era and the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era had not been as ruthless toward themselves as the Myriad Race Immortals of this era. They temporarily set everything aside and calmly walked toward Return to Ruin.
At this moment.
Vast Yin Immortal Venerable's aged gaze gradually turned toward Central Pole Immortal Venerable. "If he cannot be saved, then he can only be strangled in the cradle. His current growth will become a great calamity for Heaven and Earth in the future."
"Our religion has taken him in. I do not know whether it is fortune or disaster."
Her voice was low and slow, carrying the unique resonance of the passing years, enough to intoxicate those who heard it.
Central Pole Immortal Venerable remained silent and did not