Over the years.
Had it not been for their status as members of the Immortal Prison, they felt they might have been kicked straight out of the others' mountain gates.
That sort of pressure was not something Great Vehicle Cultivators like them could withstand.
If they investigated any further...
He feared he would lose even his Immortal Prison status and be reduced to a rogue cultivator.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't we go ask that blind Old Mister for help?"
"L-let's not."
Ruan Lingchen shuddered, suddenly feeling much more clearheaded. "Old Mister stands beyond worldly affairs. He has a realm of his own in the Immortal Prison. Have you forgotten that despair paved with the weight of ages, back when we wandered around as children?"
He was the most terrifying cultivator of the eternal elder generation they had ever seen as children, and the memory remained vivid to this day.
"Fellow Daoist, we can only ask that old senior. He's the only one we know!"
"Uh..."
An Xiuyan grabbed him and broke into a run.
Ten thousand vast years passed in the blink of an eye.
A major rebellion instigated by one peerless heavenly pride among the "beings from the Outer Regions" came to light. He was a disciple of the Heavenly Peak Sect, blessed with talent surpassing even Meng Sheng's back then, yet he felt that the order of heaven and earth in the Eternal Immortal Frontier was immovably entrenched.
His world-shaking gifts had no room to unfold.
When he used the privileges of his status as a Heavenly Peak Sect disciple to seek the Dao at the Heavenly Secrets Dao Palace, he overheard two fellow Daoists discussing the myriad worlds in the Void of the lower realm. Ambition took root in his heart. He wished to seize the