"Yiqing, has this old man ultimately walked the same path you did back then?"
Walking on the night road defying the Heavenly Mandate, Mu Daosheng sighed toward the sky, feeling only that his old bones were exceptionally frail in the cold wind.
He stopped in front of the Immortal Ancestor Shrine, then reverently knocked on the door three times.
The tiger gates of the ancestral hall opened inward.
Lantern in hand, Mu Daosheng stepped over the threshold and knelt before the tombstones of several Immortal Ancestors.
"Reporting to the Ancestors, this old man has completed the Immortal parasite."
He prostrated on the ground, closing his eyes, lying to an Ancestor for the first time in his uneventful life.
However, this time, the tombstones of the Ancestors did not glow or manifest their presence.
As the clock ticked by, sweat began to seep more profusely from Mu Daosheng's face.
At some point, Mu Daosheng heard the sound of light footsteps coming from behind the ancestral tablets.
