"How dare you!!"
Immortal light surged through the Star Palace in an instant. Deep within it, towering beings fixed their eyes on Lan Ji, their expressions distinctly hostile.
Lan Ji surveyed the eight directions, his gaze sharpening slightly. He turned with his hands behind his back. With one step, the river of stars burned hot; with another, the Zhou Tian Star Orbit shifted. He left directly, seemingly unwilling to entangle himself further with the ancients in the Star Palace.
It was not fear. Some balances simply could not be broken.
The Star Palace's existence kept the Eternal Cultivators of the old era in check. Those cultivators, too, acted cautiously because this stretch of starry sky lay close to the Ten Great Forces. Otherwise, countless more upheavals would have shaken heaven and earth over those hundreds of millions of years.
There was no need to tear away that veneer just yet, for he still needed to wait for these ancients' "hope" to return, then make them watch as that hope shattered.
The Eternal Dao Ancestor, Chen Xun.
The pioneer of cultivating the Ten Thousand Daos together, the creator of heaven and earth, the master of the Ominous Race, the hidden hand behind the Heavenly Dao's harvesting of all living beings' Dao Fruits-he knew it all, and knew it with utter clarity.
Back when he was young.
Gravely wounded, he had stumbled into that majestic Immortal Palace as it traveled through the heavens, and thus formed a connection with the Star Palace.
It had been a time when the world's Great Dao was changing and the Eternal Immortal Dao was rocked by tremendous upheaval.
He had his own ideas. He wanted to walk the strongest path: the Immortal Dao pioneered by the Dao Ancestor.
That path was desolate and painful.
Yet he