a long time,
Chu Mo finally snapped out of his shock and asked blankly:
"So, your ancestors all came from the Primordial World? And were even generals under the Human Emperor Fuxi?"
"Not bad!" The dark-faced old man nodded with admiration and continued:
"Our ancestors left us a precept that when the successor of the Human Emperor appears, we must go there immediately and then follow his orders."
Chu Mo asked with slight confusion, "Then how did you know that I am the successor of the Human Emperor?"
The burly, red-faced man standing nearby laughed heartily and enthusiastically interjected:
"When the Underworld Alliance first spread the word that you came from the Primordial Realm, we already had our doubts. After all, your combat power and talent are so monstrous, and you only recently arrived in this world."
"Moreover, the place where it first appeared was in the Southern Region, where the Burial Abyss of Gods is located."
"Besides the successor of the Human Emperor, who came for the goal of eternity, we really can't think of anyone else?"
"However, Master You was in seclusion at that time, which was a critical moment, so it took him a few days to arrive. I didn't expect that I would be almost late."
Chu Mo then suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but sigh with relief:
"Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise the losses would have been devastating!"
After he finished speaking, a golden token appeared out of thin air.
It was the decree of the Emperor.
Although the other party believed in his identity, it was still necessary for him to show his token.
The moment the token appeared, the terrifying pressure emanating from the depths of their bloodline instantly instilled awe in everyone, causing them to kneel in fear.
"Why haven't you all come to pay your respects to the young master?"
Yan Qubing was agitated and rebuked him. After he finished speaking, he solemnly stood up and straightened his clothes.
Then, with a respectful expression, he bowed to Chu Mo and excitedly shouted:
"Your subordinate, Yan Qubing, greets Your Highness!"
The others also realized what was happening and hurriedly and respectfully paid their respects, their expressions solemn and excited.
At this moment, the god of the Zengmu also looked deeply moved. After the group finished their worship, he smiled, cupped his hands, and asked:
"May I ask who your ancestors were?"
"Young master, who is this?" The red-faced man looked at Chu Mo with a puzzled expression.
Seeing the bewildered faces of the crowd, Chu Mo quickly had everyone introduce themselves to each other.
The burly man with a red face was named Gongsun Buwang, a ninth-tribulation cultivator and the master of the Ancestral Dragon Valley in the Northern Region.
The dark-faced old man, Yan Qubing, was also at the ninth tribulation level of cultivation. He was the head of the Yan family, the most mysterious reclusive clan in the Northern Region.
One of those two eighth-tribulation cultivators was Yan Qubing's cousin, Yan Quxiong.
The Yan family sent four people this time, all of whom were Transcending Tribulation cultivators, making them incredibly powerful.
Chu Mo and the others were secretly shocked.
The Yan family's strength is in no way much weaker than that of the five great families of Zhongzhou.
Another eighth-tribulation cultivator, named Shen Wanshan, was actually the domain lord of the Northern Region. This time, he also brought three tribulation-crossing cultivators with him.
This identity once again shocked Chu Mo.
It seems that the entire Northern Region has been completely occupied by forces from Earth.
If these people were placed in other domains, they would be absolutely overwhelming behemoths.
The Wuji Holy Land was once one of the two overlords of the Southern Region, but it seemed to be nothing special in comparison to them.
When Yan Qubing and others heard that Zeng Mushen's ancestors were also subordinates of the Human Emperor, they were surprised.
His eyes lit up with excitement, and he felt a surge of warmth.
No matter how long they live in this world, they will always feel like guests in a foreign land.
However, apart from the top executives of their families, no one knows their background, and they themselves dare not reveal it.
In the Kunlun Realm, they can be described as outcasts and lurkers hiding in the shadows.
However, outwardly, it still wears the same clothes as everyone else.
That sense of loneliness can only be truly understood by those at the top of the family.
Therefore, the appearance of Chu Mo and Zeng Mushen was of great significance to them, as it was a kind of spiritual support!
It's like someone who has been alone on a deserted island for years has finally received reinforcements.
a long time.
The crowd finally calmed down.
Yan Qubing sighed, then laughed loudly with tears welling up in his eyes:
"To see people from my homeland again today is a great joy indeed."
"Especially since the young master has descended into this world, it is the long-cherished wish of our ancestors."
"It's a pity they never got to see it; otherwise, they would surely be smiling in their graves."
The others were also filled with emotion, and after exchanging pleasantries for a long time, the conversation finally got on track.
"I wonder what your next move is, young master?" Gongsun Buwang's expression turned serious.
Everyone else stared intently at Chu Mo, waiting for him to continue.
"Conserve your energy and build up your strength!"
Chu Mo understood their meaning, but now was definitely not the time to start a war.
While they may seem to have gained some advantage this time, if this continues, the God-Slaying Alliance will also suffer heavy casualties.
The most important thing right now is to find the Wood Spirit and Fire Spirit Source Stones as soon as possible!
Instead of wasting time here fighting tooth and nail with these people, Chu Mo's biggest need right now is time.
Seeing the puzzled look on Yan Qubing's face, Chu Mo simply explained the current situation in detail.
This includes the impending catastrophe and the current state of the Earth, among other things.
After listening, everyone remained silent for a long time.
An immense pressure, like a mountain, rushed towards them.
Although they were mentally prepared before they came.
Knowing that Chu Mo was indeed the disciple of the Human Emperor, then this arrival was definitely the final battle.
But when everyone actually heard the news, they couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation, and then looked at each other in bewilderment.
The opponent is too strong, and time is too tight. Is it really possible to make it in just six months?
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