Wang Xuan sat quietly, silent.
He was being stared at by a small group of special creatures, and he didn't know what attitude to show.
He really wanted to say, what are you looking at me doing?
Wang Xuan sat there expressionless, thinking, how should he respond? In fact, he didn't need to express anything.
The divine moon was in the sky, and the sea was covered with fog. In the eyes of others, he was unfathomable, sitting cross-legged on a leaf as still as a mountain, with deep eyes, as if he was looking down on the world.
All parties felt that this was the living ancestor of a certain lineage.
Behind the layers of decaying universe, those vague figures and ancient ancestors of various religions were all looking over from afar, making Wang Xuan feel that the situation was even more serious.
He thought, what's so good about this?!
Then, he said calmly: "Here we are, old brothers."
There was no sound at the scene, and it was completely quiet, but many people's hearts were in turmoil.
For example, Lu Po secretly sighed, this is not the leader, this is the leader uncle!
Silver-haired Wei Luo frowned and thought, I had overestimated Zaidao before, but he is even more outrageous than I expected?
The giant beast bear king was amazed. Zaidao was actually greeting the ancestors calmly? And he was calling them brothers.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, wondering who this old guy was. They were deeply touched that he was still alive.
There was something strange in the depths of Hongxiu's eyes, and she whispered, "Do you want to evolve a phantom yourself? Pretend there is a patriarch at the end of the distance."
Wang Xuan was slightly startled. Was Hongxiu's suggestion constructive or did she have some realization?
Is anyone in this group of creatures doing this? In the end, he remained calm and composed. There was no need to change.
The ancestors were very calm, because they could not hear what Wang Xuan was saying. He was too far away from them because of the layers of corrupt universe, and most importantly, there was no big cause and effect.
So, when he called me "old brother", it seemed like he was agreeing to it.
This group of special creatures who are retracing the True Saint Path are all wondering at this time, who is Zaidao in history?
"Is this powerful man an ancestor of the Giant Beast Royal Court in its early years, or a monster from the period of the origin of the gods?" Many people looked stern.
Some of the supreme beings present were already in the middle or late stages of the Behemoth Royal Court. "Could he have participated in the real war?" Some people's hearts were beating fast. The more they speculated, the more they felt that this old guy's background was mysterious.
Of course, they couldn't be too distracted. Time was precious, so they all hurried to talk to their ancestors in the distance opposite them, wanting to learn some secrets buried in history.
Most of the ancestors have long since died out.
Their figures now were merely the reflections of the mythical source. Of course, this required that the ancestors had been to the Transcendental Center and had been "recorded" by the source, otherwise they would not be able to meet like this.
"Ancestor, what are you talking about? I can't hear you!" Obviously, this kind of face-to-face communication was very difficult, and many people shouted anxiously.
"Master, where did you put the sacred object that protects our sect? It has been completely lost since you passed away. Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."
"Grandmaster, there were rumors that you dug up an ancient tomb and discovered a single 6-break secret method. Although there are some problems, it is worth learning from. Who did you pass it on? Why didn't it appear in later generations? "
"Old Ancestor, I heard that you participated in a real battle. What's the point? Why didn't you leave a single word? What did you encounter?!"
A group of supreme beings who returned to the Extraordinary Center to change their route had not been so agitated for a long time, and they were all asking questions eagerly.
Because time waits for no one, those visions and figures may disappear at any time.
The moonlight shone into the fog, and on the hazy huge plant leaves, only Wang Xuan was hanging high and silent, without communicating with anyone.
He turned around to look at Hongxiu on the side. She was seriously transmitting sound to a distant scene. He didn't know whether the blurry figure there was the real ancestor or her evolution.
On the other side, the silver-haired Vero looked annoyed, his lips moving, and he was communicating unsmoothly with an old man in the wonder of the decaying universe.
Wang Xuan observed carefully, and he thought that several creatures might have evolved into ancestors on their own, pretending to communicate. There was no evidence, and this was something he felt after secretly releasing some of the 6 broken perceptions.
He was surprised that some of the old guys were so well hidden that even he couldn't really determine how many of them there were.
"Grandmaster, please tell me quickly. Isn't it said that there is a 6-piece rare item at the origin of our lineage? Where did it go? It can't just disappear out of thin air, right? Tell me quickly, we are running out of time!"
Some people couldn't bear it anymore and stopped communicating secretly, but shouted out loud.
There were even some extremely cruel and violent evil saints who couldn't hold back any longer, and with a roar, they attacked their own ancestors and kicked them across the corrupt universe.
Wang Xuan stared with his eyes wide open, what a "filial son and virtuous grandson", what a treasonous act, to lay a hand on the founder of a religion, how much resentment must he have?
Some ancestors really ignored others and didn’t communicate much with later generations, while some ancestors tried their best to speak but their voices could not penetrate the long space of history.
Someone was carving words, but chaotic fog was rising, and then the place kept exploding. An inexplicable cause and effect appeared, interrupting communication.
"In his eyes, the others are all traitors and rebels, attacking the master, why did you take the initiative to attack me?" The giant beast Qingniu said unconvinced: "I didn't betray my master and ancestors, did I?"
The old bull got angry, and a barely audible voice came over: "I'm asking you in all seriousness, does the bloodline of the giant beast Qing Niu end with you?"
The Blue Bull King responded: "The pure-blooded giant beasts are almost extinct, but there are many mixed-blood descendants left in the world. Occasionally, there are mutated ones, which are very powerful."
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