Before long.
Word of Ni Canghuan's deeds reached the Eternal Immortal Frontier.
Once the news was confirmed, however, no one worried anymore. The Dao Ancestor was still there, and no matter how bad the outcome, they would always have a way out.
Two thousand years later.
Ni Canghuan returned at a leisurely pace, but his eyes were thick with indignation and resentment, his face as cold as an iceberg.
He raised his head.
He looked toward the majestic, boundless Divine Mountain Continent, a barely perceptible weight settling in the depths of his eyes.
Ever since hearing Nanhua describe that era, he had been unable to let go as his teacher had.
Yet he could not kill the True Immortals of Eternal Antiquity's later generations, who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, in just a few thousand years. None had foundations inferior to his own. At most, he could destroy their lineages, not those True Immortals themselves.
At that thought.
Ni Canghuan's eyes grew colder. "Chong Nu, if I do not avenge this, then I am unworthy of being your master."
Back then.
Chong Que had followed him for a long time, traveling north and south with the Profound Yellow Dao Palace. He was the foremost servant under Ni Canghuan whom he had truly acknowledged.
He took a deep breath and cupped his hands toward the distance. "Teacher."
"Mm." That voice descended softly from Azure Heaven.
"This disciple's cultivation is lacking. I will enter seclusion."
Ni Canghuan spoke in a low voice. "Should you need anything, simply give this disciple your instructions."
"Very well." Chen Xun's voice drifted over slowly, with nothing more added.
Ni Canghuan likewise said nothing more.
Dragging his weary immortal body, he walked slowly in another direction. As for... asking his teacher to intervene? Asking