Hearing Gan Jun's words, the girl in green felt as if struck by lightning. She froze for a moment. Father... isn't coming back?
He had said temporarily, but the girl in green understood that things were not so simple.
"Ancestor... I..."
"Ling'er, focus on your cultivation and don't grieve too much. Perhaps your father will return safely ten years from now..."
Unable to bear it, Gan Jun could only comfort Ling'er this way, even though he knew that, given the Ancestral God's nature, he would very likely use Ling'er's father as a vessel for raising a Demon Servant.
The Ancestral God was cold and heartless. Or rather, he simply did not care about life. To the Ancestral God, the countless living beings were no different from stones or dust. When a Weapon Refiner forged a weapon, would he care whether the ore thrown into the furnace felt pain?
That was how the Ancestral God viewed all living beings.
"Even Martial Uncle Lian hasn't come back..."
Someone else spoke from within the crowd. By going to the Ancestral God's Palace today, Heavenly Court had lost two of its youngest and most promising Divine Kings at once.
The atmosphere in Heavenly Court grew heavy. The two Ancestors said nothing more and flew off through the air, heading toward the two men's palaces.
"Senior Brother, are you really going to tamper with the formation?"
Xing Tian Zhanzun suddenly spoke as they flew. Earlier, in the Ancestral God's Palace, Gan Jun had advocated that everyone join forces to resist the Ancestral God. Now that they had returned to Heavenly Court and seen Ling'er and the many young disciples, Gan Jun seemed to have firmed his resolve.
Xing Tian had known Gan Jun for far too long. Although Gan Jun had not said it aloud,