Immortal Ancient lived out a Second Life within the Ten Thousand Tribulations Time Sand.
Yet he still possessed no spiritual root.
But for his martial cultivation, lifespan was the greatest shackle.
As for everything else, it was not all that important.
The moment he emerged from the Ten Thousand Tribulations Time Sand, Immortal Ancient did not know that the Ancient Dao Ancestor source slumbering deep within the Immortal Ancient Forbidden Ground had also begun to slowly fade away...
This method contained his Ages Dao arts as well as the great divine abilities of all living things. The Flame Radiance Crimson Ancient Lion's inherited talent was among them. There had never been some inexplicable art of immortality; where there was gain, there was loss.
Perhaps once the remaining blessings of this Ancient Living Being dispersed, Immortal Ancient would pass away.
Or perhaps Immortal Ancient would carve out the path of the Martial Dao Progenitor himself and find a way to save himself. The River of Time was like a boundless wilderness; everything remained unknown.
Spirit Void Saint Province, Fu Shi Religion.
Chen Xun understood all too well that Immortal Ancient definitely would not die, so he did not pay much attention to that crazed brat.
The sun shone brightly today. He had planted Crane Spirit Trees across the vast main peak, stretching as far as the eye could see. Countless legends had sprung up within the sect, leaving those younger disciples of the Ten Thousand Clans utterly dumbfounded...
Sect Forbidden Ground, Ink Spirit Immortal Pool.
The black brows of the Mountain-Sitting Duck had become flecked with gray, and memories flashed through its eyes from time to time.
Over these years, Sixth Junior Brother had taken it traveling through the mountains and rivers of Supreme Unity. Though they had not set