His deep, aged voice rose, like the final echo of a life.
Shi Rong had been forsaken by the Great World and had no hope of survival, yet his eyes remained calm. Some sought immortality for eternal life; some sought it in pursuit of power... a thousand faces for a thousand people.
With hands behind his back, he wandered through the empty alley, his immortal blood already drained dry.
Clang...
A faint sound of something hitting the ground rang out. It was a blood-soaked token—the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance Token!
This token gathered the resentful thoughts of countless realms and harbored endless karmic ties of blood and baleful intent. When the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm took shape, it had become an enormous hidden danger. The token had been forged from a wisp of source divided from the Boundless Great World...
It was an immortal artifact forged by the Myriad Race Immortals!
All living beings possessed a source, and Great Worlds did as well. Put simply, source could be likened to the roots of a great tree—the roots supported the entire tree and supplied it with water and nourishment.
Source was the fundamental origin of a living being's Immortal Dao. It provided cultivators with the foundation for every possibility: advancing their realms and strength, extending their lifespans, mastering immortal arts, and more. This was the Immortal Dao Source.
If the roots were gone, cultivation would vanish completely. One would become like mist and foam, breaking at a single poke, with one's lifespan severed.
The Great World Source was the same. It was the foundation of all myriad spirits, the root from which heaven and earth formed. If the source shook or leaked away, mountains and rivers would grow barren, vital energy would wither, and spiritual energy would gradually fade—just