He sat in silence for a day.
Wang Qicang's breathing gradually steadied. Whatever had happened had shaken this True Immortal of the Longevity Clan's Dao heart for an entire day.
He gazed into the distance, an almost imperceptible trace of worry settling between his brows.
Cultivators from the Eternal Ancient Immortal Realm had arrived, and he had sensed nothing. Indeed, the entire Immortal Realm Heaven and Earth had sensed nothing, for it had given him no feedback at all.
"Why exactly have they come here?"
He murmured to himself, then immediately issued a heavenly decree, declaring that direction forbidden. The cultivators of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories were no longer permitted to explore or expand toward it.
The decree caused an uproar throughout the realm.
Countless patriarchs of ancient immortal sects and Daoist orders were horrified. They immediately carried out the Immortal Ancestor's will, fearing that some extraordinary being resided there, or that the Immortal Ancestor had laid plans and contingencies there. They must never trespass.
With a single command, Wang Qicang brought the matter to rest.
The Immortal Realm was vast, and the land in that direction was of no particular importance.
A year later.
The Three Thousand Immortal Territories, the Immortal Gate.
Outside, towering waves still surged, and immortal mist drifted in ethereal veils.
Wang Qicang's face was slightly pale. For an entire year, he had been unable to enter meditation, his mind restless. Memories of an era when the Great Dao had been destroyed and the rules had collapsed kept resurfacing before his eyes.
Though he had never had contact with the Eternal Immortal Frontier, the higher his cultivation had risen in his youth, the more legends he had heard of it. After breaking through to become a True Immortal and reaching the pinnacle, he had once