"Heh."
Ke Zixiao's faint chuckle drifted out of the Void, and then his voice vanished completely.
It had been a sunny, breezy afternoon long ago.
Ke Zixiao stood beneath a tree, his expression cold, his wide eyes devoid of any living creature's emotions.
"Feather Peak Lord."
Suddenly, he slowly looked ahead. A thousand feathers fluttered through the air, immortal light streamed down from the nine heavens, and a phantom woman of regal bearing walked out from that direction.
"The Dao Ancestor has returned," Yu Huaqian said coldly. "The Longevity Immortal Clan has been slaughtered out of existence, and the Upper Sequence Race has been all but exterminated on the Nine Provinces Heavenly Continent. He seems even more powerful than before."
"Perhaps the calm of his return is even more chilling."
Ke Zixiao's voice sank slightly. "But I believe the Dao Ancestor will not spare us. Nor have I ever seen any intention in him to spare anyone. From beginning to end, we have been nothing more than a ripple in the years of his life."
His gaze deepened a little as he looked toward a distant mountain.
It was a towering immortal mountain, radiant with countless auspicious hues and overflowing with rosy light.
That immortal mountain had no name.
Or rather, it had once had one, but no one dared mention it anymore.
The mountain rose so high that everything above its waist disappeared into the void, invisible to the naked eye. Any divine sense probing into it would, the instant it touched a certain boundary, be casually pushed back by an invisible force-completely and utterly, without the slightest room to resist.
Yet atop that mountain stood a great cauldron.
It simply rested on the summit, as though it had been there since the heavens first opened, and the mountain