"Swish..."
The waves pushed the shattered glaciers, traveling alone across the vast North Sea, ignored for hundreds and thousands of years.
Here, apart from ice-type and water-type sea beasts, it’s hard to see any other life forms.
The North Sea, also known as Beichuan.
Compared to the East Sea and the Southern Underworld, the climate is cold and inhospitable, and few would intentionally co here apart from Cultivators with specific attributes.
But on this day, all eyes from the five regions were focused on the North Sea.
Or rather, focused on the golden Ti Realm Channel above the border of the North Sea and the Central Region.
"They entered!"
Kong Yuhen successfully reshaped the Ti Realm based on the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, the Ancient Six Gates, and the Seventh Rank confined Ti Realm Rift.
Bazhunan, after inviting the assistance of the Third Ancestor, without much hesitation, maintained his usual style and stepped right in.
"Just left like that?"
He was so straightforward it left people no room to react.
Following Bazhunan, Kong Yuhen also transford into streams of light, entering the Ti Realm Channel.
The elongated Ti Realm Channel, several yards long, soon closed.
But it didn’t completely disappear, instead turning into a long golden scar, like a golden scar left in the sky after a battle.
The assistance from the Third Ancestor, transford into three grand light beams, was coming from three directions, maintaining the stability of the golden scar.
If needed, perhaps it could open this channel again?
But from another perspective, would the golden scar bleed again once the Third Ancestor retracted their aid?
"Sothing doesn’t feel right..."
The eerie silence made many people simultaneously feel the oppression.
No one was foolish, they knew the Third Ancestor supported Kong Yuhen because of the looming threat of Bazhunan above.
"If the Eight Ancestors left, how long can they hold on?"
Soone raised this idea, but soon another perspective erged:
"I believe the Third Ancestor’s thoughts could not escape the Eight Ancestors, so the Eight Ancestors haven’t left."
"Since the Eight Ancestors haven’t left, the Third Ancestor must also be aware, so these three beams of light won’t disperse."
"In my view, there’s a subtle balance here that no one will take the initiative to break."
"After all, the price might be death!"
Such insight naturally gained cheers from many.
Indeed, with the threat of Bazhunan ahead, maintaining the Ti Realm Channel for a year or so shouldn’t be a problem.
And after that...
"Boom!"
As soon as the Ancestral God quieted, people imdiately noticed the great catastrophe of the Ancestor God Destruction at the ruins of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
Yes, after that, Kui Leihan can step out.
He can succeed the Ancestor of Thought, and negotiate more with the Third Ancestor.
The only worrying point is...
"Whatever happens, do not give rise to another Zero Ancestral God, otherwise, it would be better to eliminate it like the Eight Ancestors, right?"
"As long as it’s not return to zero, the Third Ancestor can protect the Ti Realm Channel for a year or so, the Ancestor of Thought can drag the Third Ancestor for another three or five years, in this procrastination, the Eight Ancestors can also find a way back to the Heavenly Realm, right?"
"Heavenly blessings, hoping for good developnt..."
At this mont.
Just as the leaders of various families in the five regions, under this rare tranquility, discussed heatedly across distances.
Swish!
An unusual phenonon occurred.
The preachers of various families lifted their hands to observe.
They saw that above the North Sea, the three ancestral god light pillars maintaining the Ti Realm Channel vanished simultaneously.
At this mont, it was only about ten breaths since Bazhunan entered the Ti Realm.
...
Great catastrophe...
Great terrors...
Amidst the sea of flowers and the various dicines, after experiencing a chill in his heart, the dicine Ancestor ca back to his senses and did not choose to forget this matter as the Na Ancestor suggested.
"The great catastrophe, not even half a word is allowed?" He squinted and asked.
The Na Ancestor remained indifferent: "There’s no such explicit regulation, the dicine Ancestor can choose not to forget, or choose to spread it around."
But the consequences, I bear them myself?
The dicine Ancestor caught the underlying aning, pondered for a long ti, and did not respond.
Disbelief.
He still didn’t believe it was that mysterious.
The Way of Ti and Na cannot, but the Way of Divine Farr Hundred Grass cannot be outside.
The Way of Ti and Na, project outward, the Way of Divine Farr Hundred Grass leans toward the Middle Path and more towards the internal, closer to "I", a notch higher.
This cause and effect, he, Divine Farr Hundred Grass, is confident to handle.
Thinking of "I", the dicine Ancestor spoke again, fearing the Na Ancestor might leave accidentally:
"How high is Nuozu?"
Accompanied by this question, the sea of flowers suddenly quieted down.
The dicine Ancestor watched as the Na Ancestor’s gaze moved from being level with his eyes, to looking at his head, and then looking at the blue sky and white clouds above him, gazing into the endless distance.
He said nothing.
Yet he said everything.
The dicine Ancestor’s eyelids twitched slightly, feeling sothing was about to possess him, and he forcefully restrained himself from voicing discomfort:
"Compared to my current self, or the return to zero self?"
The Na Ancestor couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.
This mocking tone was undisguised, as if to say, at this mont, what is there to compare?
Seemingly realizing he had overstepped, the Na Ancestor’s expression showed so regret: "Don’t underestimate yourself, in terms of strategy and layout, you far surpass him."
Is this a complint?
Perhaps, in his eyes, this is the only comndable aspect left in ?
The dicine Ancestor no longer discussed this topic, but instead turned to another point: "The Great Demon Mountain..."
As soon as he broached the topic, the dicine Ancestor’s gaze shifted, looking toward the end of the sea of flowers, seemingly seeing through this realm, causing the rest of his words to stop.
Xu Xiaoshou also had a whim.
His feeling was very real, a sense of oppression like dark clouds suddenly enveloped everything.
An ominous sign...
And it’s a very ominous sign!
Just look at the expression on the dicine Ancestor’s face, perhaps sothing significant happened in the outside world?
It can’t be delayed any longer... Xu Xiaoshou was already determined to leave, his face twitching again, seemingly due to the changes in the outside world, causing the strength of the Na Ancestor to quickly fade away.
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