Despair: The Terrifying Truth Beyond Gods and Men!

"Wretches, welcome to my era."

The Giant Shell Progenitor reached out and grabbed the air. The shattered Giant Shells scattered across the ground gathered together, condensing into a snow-white throne cast from shells that appeared in an instant.

Crack.

It gently sat down, crossed its legs with elegance, and quietly watched the descendants of the present era before it.

"You!?"

"Who are you, exactly?"

"A stitched-together hybrid Progenitor is supposed to be a conglomeration of countless chaotic stray thoughts, isn't it? How can that monster known as the Demon Ghoul King possess a clear mind?!"

Just as the clamorous voices spread throughout the ancestral land,

"I know this fellow."

At that moment, a researcher suddenly spoke in a hoarse, feeble voice, his tone filled with disbelief. "It—it's a Progenitor."

"What?"

Over the past few days, all the researchers in their tribe had been gathering records and images of the "First Progenitor" in the Sacrifice Tomb Secret Realm. They had also held several major meetings to investigate their own Progenitor's identity and status in that era.

It was precisely this research that allowed them to sense, through this Giant Shell Embers' every gesture—the way it moved, raised its hand, and spoke—the familiar aura of the old ancestor in the Sacrifice Tomb.

"In other words, judging solely from its mannerisms, it really is that old ancestor from the Sacrifice Tomb?"

"Yes, that's very likely."

"Are you sure there's no possibility that it's imitating or impersonating them?"

"None! Absolutely no possibility! Every tribe in the Progenitor Tribe within the Sacrifice Tomb has encountered its own Progenitor. We encountered our Giant Shell Progenitor as well."

"After the Sacrifice Tomb opened, we guarded our Progenitor the entire time, constantly extracting information from it. There wasn't a single other faction nearby that knew our Progenitor's mannerisms