I am a Mythology Old Ancestor. All Mythologies must bow down and worship me—if you refuse, come fight!
Luo Feifan, the Mythology Old Ancestor of the Destined Mythology Realm, spread the news abroad.
The news traveled faster than the wind, reaching continent after continent.
Even the rural continents hanging by a thread received the news.
As soon as the news emerged, the Mythology Realm cultivators who had once followed the path of flesh and blood erupted in cheers.
"The Mythology Old Ancestor is domineering!"
"He is even more domineering than the Reflection Old Ancestor!"
"Hehe, what does the Reflection Old Ancestor amount to? How many people cultivate the Reflection Realm? Our Mythology Old Ancestor is the truly domineering one!"
However, some people worried. "I heard there is another kind of martial artist in this world, one capable of suppressing an entire continent. They are known as Mythology martial artists."
"These Mythology martial artists are terrifying. With those words, the Mythology Old Ancestor will probably offend every Mythology martial artist beneath Heaven."
Many people scoffed.
"What Mythology martial artists? No matter how mythical they are, can they compare to the Mythology Old Ancestor? Can they Destine a realm?"
"I heard the Reflection Old Ancestor is also a Mythology. When he sees the Mythology Old Ancestor in the future, will he have to call him Ancestor too?"
Everyone...
Time flew like a black bird racing past the stars.
Ever since the last Square Inch Gathering, more than ten days had passed in the blink of an eye.
In those short ten-plus days, the Human World gained over a hundred ancestors of Destined Realms.
As the realms of one path after another were Destined, the combat power of martial artists in those new realms rose by a great margin.
Their paths were divided