"I can."
The Azure Mist Saint Son formed from Xu Yue's Dao Palace deity opened his eyes and looked down at the Purple Bronze Ancient Boat following them from the depths of the distant starry sky.
He saw the Ancestor King standing at the prow.
There was no doubt that the other party was nearly at the end of his rope. He had likely spent over a hundred thousand years drifting through this starry sky.
Yet even so, the tiny remnant of power he possessed was still enough to easily suppress Kings.
So long as he found a living ancient star to absorb its essence and recover, he would soon regain a considerable amount of his combat strength.
"Ye Fan probably made too much of a commotion. After all, even a heavenly tribulation descended."
Xu Yue waved an arm and could not help sighing.
"Hu... mans..."
Intangible Primordial Divine Script echoed through the starry sky, where there was not the slightest medium to carry sound. It was an extremely pure fluctuation of divine sense.
"Yes? Do you need something?"
Ye Fan was still consolidating his cultivation and could not sense the outside world. Xu Yue, meanwhile, sat on the edge of the coffin, chatting with the Ancestor King aboard the approaching ancient boat.
"Hand over what you have on you, then offer ninety percent of your blood essence. I will take you as slaves..."
After his initial stiffness, the Ancestor King's speech soon became fluent.
With his oil nearly exhausted and his lamp almost dry, he needed to devour every source of energy he could.
Whether it was resources or the origins of living beings.
He did not strike immediately because he was unwilling to waste even the last trace of his strength. At the same time, he wanted to