"A primordial ancient beast, the Horse Ancestor Bo Beast... With such an illustrious origin, resonating with him won't be easy. Three hours—I don't even know if that'll be enough!"
Xiao Chen stood quietly in a corner, his heart burning with anxiety as he stared at the scripture in his hands, his brow tightly furrowed.
Generally speaking, the greater a scripture's origins, the harder it was to resonate with it.
The Horse Ancestor Bo Beast enjoyed a formidable reputation. Though ancient histories recorded little about him, anyone familiar with his life and battles would never dare underestimate him.
Legend had it that, at his peak, Horse Ancestor had contended with gods, clashing head-on with Yin-Yang Saint Demon Zhulong for three thousand one hundred and twenty-one rounds without defeat.
Among the beasts of the Heavenly Classic of Mountains and Seas, Horse Ancestor kept a relatively low profile, but his bloodline and strength were earth-shatteringly powerful.
"Who are you? Why do you carry his aura?"
After Xiao Chen focused on the scripture for a short while, an icy voice suddenly rang beside his ears. Savage, domineering, terrifying—merely hearing it struck his consciousness like lightning. It felt as though mountains were crashing down on him, nearly suffocating him.
Then the world spun before Xiao Chen's eyes, and the void twisted.
Reality shattered like glass. In a daze, he found himself amid the Vast Mountains.
Mountains towered into the heavens, reaching the sun. Hongmeng Purple Qi rose in steaming clouds, coiling and spreading throughout heaven and earth.
An enormous beast loomed across the sky, blotting out the daylight. His terrifying body cast vast shadows, and lofty mountains a hundred thousand feet tall seemed no more than dust before him, tiny as grains of sand.
Within that illusory space, Xiao Chen tilted his face toward the