Wang Xuan sat quietly, silent.
A small group of special beings watched him, and he did not know what posture would be appropriate.
He really wanted to say, "What are you looking at me for?"
Wang Xuan sat there expressionlessly, lost in thought over how he should respond.
In truth, there was no need for him to do anything at all.
The divine moon hung high in the sky, while thick mist surged across the sea surface. In everyone else's eyes, he was unfathomable—sitting cross-legged upon a leaf, unmoving as a mountain, his eyes deep as though he were looking down upon all worlds.
All parties believed that he was the living progenitor of some lineage.
Beyond layer upon layer of Decaying Universes, those blurred figures—the ancient ancestors of various sects—were all gazing over, making Wang Xuan feel that the situation was becoming increasingly serious.
He thought to himself, What's so interesting to look at?!
Then he spoke calmly. "You've come, my old brothers."
There was no sound at the scene; it was deathly quiet. Yet, many people's hearts were churning violently.
For example, Lu Po inwardly sighed. This was not Lead Big Brother—this was Lead Grandfather!
Silver-haired Viro frowned, thinking that he had already overestimated Zai Dao before. Could he actually be even more outrageous than expected?
Giant Beast Bear King was astonished. Zai Dao was calmly greeting the ancestors? And calling them brothers?
Everyone's eyes were fixed on him as they secretly pondered just which Old Man he was. He had somehow not died, leaving them deeply shaken.
A strange light flickered deep within Hong Xiu's eyes as she transmitted a message in secret. "Whether or not you should evolve a phantom yourself and pretend there is a sect progenitor at that distant end?"
Wang Xuan was slightly