A vast black Great Wall wound around the Star River, with countless divine patterns shimmering above, golden blood surging over it.
An immortal corpse was nailed to the wall with an arrow, its vitality undying, but each time it attempted to resurrect, it was shattered by the lethal aura on the arrow.
The face of the corpse was unwilling, roaring towards the sky, golden blood tears seeping from its eyes, like regret, like lament.
A few elders gazed at the corpse through the window of the Star River battleship, each bearing a complex expression.
"Stop thinking about it. If you and I enter the Ancestor Star, our cultivation will be suppressed to the level of ordinary people instantly."
"A Celestial Being entering the Ancestor Star returns to the mundane; this rule is unchangeable throughout eternity."
