This place had been silent for a long while.
A faint, inscrutable smile suddenly touched Chen Xun's lips. "Many thanks for your guidance, Friend Wang. So long as I do not fall, the Grand Yi Gates of Hell shall not sink."
Rumble...
All of a sudden, an ancient-sounding peal of thunder rang out from the heavens above the celestial domain. It shook heaven and earth, yet not a trace of lightning appeared.
Many cultivators felt their Dao hearts sway as they gazed into the distance in bewilderment. What filthy thing was that?!
Within the Yin Yang Bamboo Forest.
Carefree Immortal's eyes trembled faintly at the sound of that thunder. It was like the sigh of the Heavenly Dao, and like a warning from the Great Dao, echoing ceaselessly through the firmament.
The Dao Ancestor before him, even with his cultivation having fallen to the Qi Condensation Stage, still radiated supreme confidence. The bold spirit of that bloody battle at the Heavenly River had not diminished in the slightest—his back straight, his head held high toward heaven!
He drew a deep breath. For such a hero among men to have no contingency plan would have been far too strange. He simply could not guess what it was.
A faint glimmer flowed through Chen Xun's pupils. Borrowing the Dao to Become Immortal was far too weak; it could be called his weakest posture after becoming immortal. A mere twenty thousand years—what did that amount to?! And a mere Heavenly River War—what could that possibly count for?!
"Dao Ancestor, I understand your words." Carefree Immortal suddenly lowered his gaze and used an honorific. "Your old friends and disciples may come to the Grand Yi Gates of Hell at any time to preserve their souls."
"The cost shall be borne entirely by the Grand