However.
The atmosphere in the Star Palace was nowhere near as fervent and exhilarated as one might have imagined. Instead, solemnity and stillness stretched without end. At the mention of that ancient name, which had long ceased to echo through the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, everything weighed heavy.
When the Dao Ancestor left, the Eternal Immortal Frontier had been flourishing.
When the Dao Ancestor returned, the Eternal Immortal Frontier lay in ruins, and the Ten Thousand Clans had withered.
No living being could remain indifferent to such a thing, nor could they avoid feeling dazed. They had long since lost the face to stand before the sky that had once sheltered them. Even when mentioning that honorific title, many ancient cultivators of the Star Palace spoke with a trace of sorrow and indebtedness.
Guilt toward the Dao Ancestor.
In the Dao Ancestor's era, the Star Palace had journeyed far away-left utterly and completely-because they had been far too reassured. With him presiding over things, all beneath heaven was at peace. No one worried. Even if the sky collapsed, they would not have blinked twice, because the Dao Ancestor could hold it up.
When they next heard of Eternal Antiquity.
The Dao Ancestor had departed to cultivate, and Eternal Antiquity had already surpassed its former era, reaching the pinnacle of glory and prosperity.
At that time.
The Star Palace sensed an unbridled wildness in the Eternal Immortal Frontier that no one could "rein in" anymore. It was an ill omen. Their cool-headedness led them to gradually distance themselves from that Eternal Era, unable to accept that terrifying age rampaging like a wild horse that had snapped its reins.
When they later heard of Eternal Antiquity.
The mighty rose to slay heaven, and the world waged the War Against Eternal Antiquity. The