After a pause, he continued,
"I suspect that if the [Beginning of All Things] wasn't his fundamental origin—his half of a True Dao Fruit, which is utterly immovable—he probably would have given that to you as well..."
Lu Xuan let out a soft sigh, a look of melancholy on his face.
"They say he'll only be suppressed for a while, but I estimate it will be for several hundred thousand years. He might not be able to break the seal until the final calamity truly descends..."
He closed his eyes.
"For my two masters, several hundred thousand years isn't very long—merely the flick of a finger. But I've been cultivating for less than a hundred thousand years in total. This will be a very long farewell for me."
Supreme snorted.
"I still don't think it's long enough. It would've been best if that cripple was suppressed along with him!"
"Tch!"
The Lame Daoist pursed his lips.
"If I were suppressed, would *you* handle the final calamity?"
