Especially when facing Lu Chen's indifferent gaze, devoid of even the slightest trace of human emotion, as though he were looking at a dead object.
Sky-Burning Immortal Lord had no doubt that if he dared to utter even one more word—even a single syllable—
then this Chaos Body, which he had painstakingly tempered for countless eras, along with the Immortal Divine Soul he had cultivated for endless years, would be left here forever!
His body and soul would be annihilated!
What dignity? What face? What pride as an ancestor?
Before the naked threat of true death, they were all dog shit! Stinking, foul-smelling farts!
Live! Only living was real! Only by living could there be a future!
Sky-Burning Ancestor felt utterly stifled. With unimaginable difficulty, as though he had exhausted the last shred of strength in his entire body, he lowered the head that had once been held high, looking down upon all living beings across the myriad realms.
He used up the last of his courage and squeezed those few words from between his teeth, from the deepest part of his soul—words that filled him with unspeakable humiliation and made his Dao heart bleed.
"E-elder... I... concede!"
"The Myriad Realms Celestial Sphere... is... yours!"
After saying this,
Sky-Burning Ancestor seemed to have had every bit of his vitality and spirit drained away.
All his proud backbone vanished, and his aura instantly withered to rock bottom. His body swayed precariously, as though it might collapse at any moment.
Sky-Burning Immortal Lord did not even dare—
nor did he have the courage—to look once more at the Myriad Realms Celestial Sphere floating at the heart of the Chaos Storm, radiating a hazy, alluring glow.
It had once been the supreme treasure he had dreamed of obtaining. Now, however, it had become