"Let me see whether the one you all revere is still Wei Zu Heaven!"
The old Daoist Yan Bai shouted sharply, and an immensely terrifying aura began to emanate from him, making the void in all directions change color.
Gray-black clouds surged forth, dark and heavy, blanketing everything.
Not only the ancestral temple, not only the Ancient Saint Continent, but the entire Great Thousand Void Sky sank into dim, uncanny gloom.
This was the aura of the half-step Haotian realm!
Among the "ants" present, who could withstand such majesty!
The Saint Venerables and Saint Ancestors of every hall and palace immediately bowed their heads and bent at the waist, silent as cicadas in winter.
This was absolute great power that could crush them with ease!
"Hahaha! What a Wei Zu Heaven! I, Li Xuanji, refuse to revere you!"
At that moment, a green-robed Daoist priest suddenly flashed out from layer upon layer of gray clouds. Daoist majesty burst forth from his entire body, like a blazing sun rising into the sky.
His features were almost identical to Li Qingyun's.
"I, Li Xuanji, Head of the Four Emperors of the Three Pure Ones Sect, have come under orders to wage war against Heaven!"
The newcomer was Li Xuanji.
In the end, he had chosen to face Wei Zu Heaven directly, to confront the fear at its root, seeking to step out from the shadow over his Dao spirit.
Yet although Li Xuanji's aura surged like sun and wheel, seemingly powerful, everyone could still see the pallor on his face and the lack of conviction in his heart.
"So it was you, little ant. You left behind a contingency five million years ago, dragging out an ignoble existence until now, dreaming of devouring the ancestor!"
With one sweep of his cold gaze,