Awakening to the Dao for Thirty-Eight Thousand Years

A palace standing in the void of the alien world flickered in and out of sight. The Purple Sky Stone King, bearing the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Divine Laws, wore a wooden expression.

The previous battle had naturally not escaped his notice. However, Lu Zhan and the other two had been defeated far too quickly, without even the slightest ability to fight back. His true body remained in the Heavenly Realm, and with only an avatar here, going out would have been useless.

The deaths and injuries of Lu Zhan's group of four had deeply shocked him. Yet beneath that shock was a faint sense of relief that he had not acted back then.

Otherwise, let alone this avatar, even his true body would have suffered disaster.

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Amid his wooden expression was a trace of confusion.

Back then, he had also participated in the battle to kill the Martial Ancestor. That man had been astonishingly talented, but he had still been nowhere near one ten-thousandth of the man from before!

Only a few hundred years had passed. Even if his old injuries could heal swiftly, how could he possibly have cultivated to such a terrifying realm?

"Could it be that the one Langya ambushed back then was merely an avatar?"

Seated upon his throne, he could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.

In the end, he shook his head and sighed. "So be it, so be it! I shall wait quietly for the Sacred Ancestors to awaken and pass judgment. For now, I will leave him be..."

He understood clearly that although the alien world was far stronger than Nine Provinces, the many Sacred Ancestors were now all hidden away, seemingly plotting some great matter. The only ones