Melville did not dare speak and could only continue listening.
She stood respectfully at the side, like a servant.
If any other Tenth-Order beings saw this scene, they would likely be greatly shocked. After all, the Nine-Headed Ancient Mother's fame resounded throughout this land, leaving other beings too afraid to leave their dao fields.
In truth, she could not help but be astonished as well. As one of the overlords of this land, she was quite ancient herself, yet even she did not know the origins of those clay sculptures. She only knew they came from a prehistoric civilization at least five billion years ago. This could be considered one of the greatest archaeological mysteries beyond all of Chaos Heaven.
After all, even in this distant era, many of them remained submerged in the Chaos Sea. One could imagine just how terrifyingly numerous they had been in that age. Some even speculated that most of the stars in the universe back then had been made into clay sculptures, which was why such a considerable number still remained today.
"To know such ancient deeds... that is heritage! It must be heritage!"
Melville's heart skipped a beat. This further confirmed that the other party possessed an ancient, mysterious, unimaginably terrifying background. Our race may have come from some prosperous era more than a billion years ago, though it can no longer be verified. But after our decline, we only awakened from Ancient Ruins in recent years and gradually revived. Even now, only seven generations have inherited the legacy after the Saints, and it has continued for less than seventy million years. The history we know is barely any greater than that known by ordinary newly ascended Saints.
*At the same time, our bloodline has thinned. If Saints emerged generation after generation, with