Immortal realm calendar, year 1.16 billion.
The Ominous Race had spent countless years forcibly restoring the heaven and earth rules. Just as the Ominous Old Ancestor had said back then, they had even drawn heavily on their reserves. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes despite himself. Apparently, this was a lingering side effect of spending too long with the Dao Ancestor.
"Ancestor, this is far too wasteful..." an expert of the Ominous Race said gravely. "The Immortal Realm is a place for penning in the Great Dao."
The implication was that a cursory repair would suffice; there was no need to go to such great lengths. The Immortal Realm's future experts would naturally have no complaints about their surroundings.
"Enough noise."
"Yes."
"Must I consult you before I act?"
The Ominous Old Ancestor stood far above at Firmament's Summit, looking down as he said calmly, "If this happens again, you need never appear in the Ending Immortal Sect again."
"Ancestor, forgive me!!"
"Withdraw."
"Yes!"
The Ominous expert fled as though escaping for his life.
The Ominous Old Ancestor snorted coldly, his majesty surging to the heavens. To question him was to question the Dao Ancestor's will. Courting death.
A long while passed.
He looked at the reviving heaven and earth rules of the Immortal Realm and murmured, "The immortal bodies of three thousand true immortals still seem a little insufficient. I hope there will be more in the future, enough that we need not dip into our reserves again, at least."
The Ominous Old Ancestor's gaze darkened slightly.
He had never paid much attention to the Immortal Realm, but when he saw how horrifyingly its rules had fractured, a flicker of shock still passed through his heart. No wonder those three thousand true immortals had charged toward