But the more I thought about it, the more horrifying it seemed. Who knew whether the Ancestral Dragon had been guiding me all along?
Yet no matter what, the Ancestral Dragon's memories were incomplete now. The fact that it knew about the Battle of the Celestial Universe was already remarkable.
I had never planned to investigate how the Ancestral Dragon and Primordial Qilin came into being, nor could I pursue how Xijun, who possessed the bloodline of the Primordial Phoenix, had been born. Right now, it felt as though the Ancient Netherworld Universe was hiding countless unsolved mysteries.
Whether I painstakingly unraveled the clues or traced back through time, it was very likely that I would never again be able to fully understand the truth of history.
The endless years of proving the Dao Heaven passed in the blink of an eye here. Who knew what had happened billions of years ago? Even if I could make every detail manifest, my mind wouldn't be able to contain it all.
Besides, tracing origins concerned the past, not the future. The Great Dao was heartless, returning to simplicity. What I cared about more now was whether I could bring the Ancient Netherworld Universe under my control in the future.
I governed countless living beings. Could I really fail to control the three thousand Demon Gods of the Ancient Netherworld Universe?
Once I seized the Ancient Netherworld Universe, I believed that with my abilities, I could compress the battlefield of the Battle of the Celestial Universe into a certain area.
I returned to the Proving Dao Heaven, and it had already taken on an entirely new appearance. In fact, the whole Proving Dao Heaven was sturdier than it had ever been.
When they discovered the arrival of my Phantom God, all the Immortal