"So, when that clan ushered in the Age of Ancient Chaos, our sect intervened." His voice was majestic and unruffled, yet carried a weight that spanned eras, brimming with power.
"Senior brother, did the ancestral court lead the campaign in person...?"
His senior brother nodded.
"All ninety-nine Dao Suppression elders of the ancestral court marched out, and eight Immortal Ancestors offered their Daos in sacrifice, taking our province's immortal artifact, the Heavenly Cosmos Marrow-Suppressing Seal, with them. That ancient battle lasted over ten million years. All nine great Ancestral Mines were destroyed. None could be saved."
"And all thirty Immortal Ancestors of the Wild Clan were annihilated. From then on, our sect thoroughly suppressed the Wild Dao. No cultivator under heaven could ever resonate with that Dao again and embark upon the immortal path."
His tone was calm, as though he were recounting something utterly insignificant, his expression firm and supremely confident.
But the young disciples were already shaken to their cores.
A war lasting over ten million years.
The complete annihilation of the ancestral realm.
What level of immortal war had that been?
Still, they were all thousand-year-old foxes. They treated these untraceable facts from antiquity as nothing more than idle conversation.
While everyone stood lost in thought.
Within the mining vein below.
An elderly man of the Wild Clan suddenly paused for a moment.
His back was hunched, his flesh withered, and the mining hammer in his hand had long since worn down to a broken handle.
Lightning flashed across him.
Faintly visible-
An extremely ancient immortal pattern marked his forehead bone, one that did not belong to this world at all.
That pattern was battered and broken.
Yet it still carried a trace of indescribable majesty.
But only for an instant.
He lowered his head again.