A Lamb Entering a Tiger's Den

Li Qingyun's Merfolk clone had nothing better to do, so he strolled through the entirety of Hundred Saints City before taking another turn around the Great Temple.

He paid his respects to the statues of the hundred Ancient Saints, feeling deeply moved.

"They all bear the likenesses of the ancestral gods of their respective races. The only one missing is the ancestral god of the human lineage Shi He belongs to..."

Apart from the absent human ancestral god, the other races were represented quite completely.

Naturally, this was Wei Zu Heaven's will.

True humans had either been erased by It, or twisted by It into aberrant creatures branded with Its marks.

Perhaps Shi He's branch of humanity had been too difficult for It to "tame," so It had simply erased them altogether.

Moreover, the Merfolk ancestral god, Eight-armed Naga, was also listed among the Hundred Saints and received incense and worship from the lice tribe of Ancient Saint Continent.

It was only natural for Li Qingyun's Merfolk clone to come pay respects to his own ancestral god.

His appearance nevertheless drew covert scrutiny from quite a few lice tribe believers.

Since when had the fallen Merfolk race produced such a formidable existence at Ancestral Return Realm Stage Three?

Unfortunately, this Ancient Saint Eight-armed Naga could no longer shelter either the Merfolk or races such as the lice tribe.

Even the Merfolk race under Its protection had become one of the main ingredients on the menus of the various continents.

Even Ancestral Return Realm Stage Three was still no different...

Li Qingyun guessed that, in the ancient ages, these hundred Ancient Saints had all been at the Body Root Fruit Realm, or had once fought and bled for this greater world, their merits impossible to erase.

Thus, even after Wei Zu