My elders should have told me about it, right?
Did they?
Jiang Qiao thought back to his deceased parents, then considered his various aunts and uncles. It seemed they probably had not told him, so he replied:
"They did."
"But not much. I only know a little."
Mm.
The "Simulator" could probably, in a sense, perhaps count as one of his elders, right?
Heh heh!
"Is that so?"
"But that isn't important for now."
"Don't provoke it."
"Stay farther away."
"These Ancient Evil Spirits have a powerful suppressive effect on the supernatural. Although your Thunder Art is strong, the gap in strength is too great. You can't fight it. Once it comes up, its main target will be the bronze cauldron. As long as you don't provoke it, you'll be fine for now."
As they spoke,
the bizarre-looking Ancient Evil Spirit did not stop. It walked straight toward the hexagonal altar.
It had taken only a few steps
when suddenly,
the hexagonal altar seemed to be shrouded in a sheet of water. Ripples spread through the void, making the entire altar seem to exist outside this spacetime, severed from reality.
"Hiss!"
When the Evil Spirit reached the rippling water, its body immediately stalled.
It continued moving forward, but could no longer take another step, nor enter the altar. It was like walking on a treadmill—no matter how hard it tried, it remained half a foot away from the rippling water.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
After discovering that it could not advance, the countless lumps covering its body, which resembled mutated "amino acids," suddenly burst open. Strange things resembling embryos seemed to come alive and jumped out one after another.
The moment they landed,
they immediately transformed into strange forms that were neither human nor fully human, as though they had never