Chen Xun offered no explanation.
"Dao Ancestor, this junior does not know the True Immortal Realm's true plan for sublimation. I only know that ascendants like us will surely die if we enter the upper realm. These were the final words my progenitor sent down through our bloodline from the Immortal Realm before his death."
"Oh?"
Chen Xun seemed to be calculating something. Suddenly, he asked the empty air, "Fang Shuo, wasn't the passage between the Three Thousand Universes and the True Immortal Realm sealed?"
"Dao Ancestor, it was sealed once."
"Then it seems it has been broken open."
"Yes."
Yu Fangshuo's respectful, assured voice sounded. "Dao Ancestor, your subordinate failed in his duty. I am willing to travel backward along the Ancient Immortal Road to the lower realm."
"No need. Too much time has passed. The lower realm's fabric is fragile; its world is not undying. The erosion of time is unusually severe there. Traveling backward along the Ancient Immortal Road would have unpredictable consequences. I fear you would never return."
Chen Xun gently shook his head. "Between the Three Thousand Universes and you, this Dao Ancestor naturally chooses you."
"Understood," came Yu Fangshuo's calm voice.
He would not act on his own initiative.
But if the Dao Ancestor ever asked him to descend to the lower realm, he would not so much as blink.
A short while later.
Chen Xun looked at Yu Qianting, who forced himself to draw a deep breath.
"Then it seems you came to the Eternal Ancient Immortal Realm to escape disaster, young friend?" Chen Xun's gaze pierced straight into his heart.
Yu Qianting froze, then cupped his hands. "Reporting to the Dao Ancestor, once my cultivation reached the required level, I naturally moved onward."
"Otherwise, you should have ascended to the True Immortal