Eternal Immortal Frontier.
Nanhua said in a low voice, "...Dao Ancestor, is this enough?"
His expression was grave. He had completely erased the Great Dao Chains from the Myriad Immortal Daos, and at the same time, he had uncovered quite a few ancient secrets.
At the peak of the Ring Mountains.
Chen Xun sat cross-legged on the cliffside. He slowly opened his eyes. "It is."
He did not explain much to Nanhua.
Because this matter could be traced back to the time when the Three Thousand Great Worlds had resonated with Ten Thousand Daos.
At this moment, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi.
"...In the future, the Immortal Realm will no longer need to sever those Immortal Dao Shackles."
Chen Xun gazed deeply into the boundless sea of clouds. "The influence that the Ancient Old Ancestors of the Three Thousand Great Worlds had upon the Immortal Dao has finally completely vanished. In the future, we Eternal Cultivators will no longer need to walk this path."
It sounded as though those capable of severing the Myriad Dao Shackles were peerless heavenly prides.
But there were countless Immortal Realm Cultivators. Not every cultivator possessed the immortal opportunities, resources, and lifespan needed to continuously sever those Myriad Dao Shackles and raise their own Great Dao Upper Limit. There were even far too many exceptionally gifted Immortal Realm Cultivators who did not even know what they were.
Their limits were inexplicably locked away by their Immortal Dao Shackles, and they faded away into sitting meditation.
Especially...
His Myriad Races Dao Avatars, which had grown freely. Quite a few had been imprisoned by Immortal Dao Shackles when breaking through, and had entered sitting meditation in "indignation." Clearly, in Chen Xun's eyes, his Dao Avatars possessed extraordinary talent, with the bearing of Old Ancestors.