One Word from the Little Ancestor! The Sages Couldn't Hold It Together!

"This life isn't over yet."

Lin Shen's childish voice was clear and tender.

It carried no divine power, nor did it stir the slightest law.

Yet it was like an invisible needle, piercing with absolute precision into the enormous balloon within the Order Divine Court—a balloon swollen by the brutal commercial war, reeking of money and desire.

Pop.

A nearly inaudible sound of bursting.

The entire world fell silent.

Tongtian Jiaozhu, who had been enthusiastically applauding the Dragon Clan's "take a gamble and a salted fish can become an Ancestral Dragon" model just moments ago, saw the wild grin on his face freeze bit by bit.

Yuanshi Tianzun, whose fury had been boiling over the chaos wrought upon the Metaverse's order, watched the Order Divine Chains coiling around him come to an instant halt, like a galaxy struck by a pause button.

Even Hongjun Daozu, who had watched it all with great interest as some "new trick" from the younger generation, suddenly narrowed those eyes that had seen through countless eras.

Every Sage's gaze shifted away from the bizarre, dazzling light screen in unison.

In the end, they all converged on the tiny figure looking up at them, his little face filled with nothing but innocence and confusion.

That was right.

What... were they doing?

They sat high above the clouds, watching the Western Teachings and the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes turn the two most solemn and weighty matters between heaven and earth—"death" and "reincarnation"—into a commercial carnival full of gimmicks and schemes.

Some found it novel and amusing, some were furious beyond measure, and some merely watched coldly.

Yet every Sage had overlooked the most fundamental, most fatal question.

This life wasn't over yet.

When every living being's attention was lured away by the illusory grand vision of