Beyond the indigenous dragon clans of the Dragon Realm, Chen Xuan had also managed to glean even more momentous intelligence from the various powerhouses of those ancient era factions.
From the southeast, a long-haired man in black robes spoke in a frigid tone: "Our Xiang clan has already calculated that the Seventh Era will be the final era of the myriad worlds of the starry sky. Without a new Saint King rising to defy the heavens and rewrite fate, no new eras will be born; the universe will descend into eternal silence. Now that the doomsday of the Seventh Era is upon us, the eternal taboos have been shattered, the Heavenly Dao is in turmoil, and the order of things has shifted. Even high-level cultivators who were once immortal will now face a finite lifespan. Those at the Creation Realm have at most a hundred years left, the Star Realm roughly three hundred, and even we, the ancient Sages of the Dao, can barely maintain our lives for a millennium. By any means necessary, we must find the Elixir of Immortality!"
"Second Patriarch," a Xiang clan disciple asked with a grave expression, "could this loss of immortality among cultivators of all paths across the myriad worlds be the work of the Immortal Burier tampering with the Heavenly Dao?"
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