"Li." Gu Yan looked at the tall Ancestor before him, the Seventh Ancestor of the Tan Yuan Race. "Send word. Gather Old Two, Old Four, Old Five, Old Six, and Old Eight here. We owe Luo Feng a favor. It is time to lend them a hand."
Seventh Ancestor 'Li' looked at Gu Yan in surprise, then immediately nodded. "Yes, First Ancestor."
He was incomparably respectful toward Gu Yan, so he always addressed him as the First Ancestor.
This time, Gu Yan had chosen to help Luo Feng, who had lost his strongest combat power. Even Li felt that the First Ancestor valued sentiment too highly. Without Luo Feng, the Primordial Chaos Lords would find it difficult to remain as dominant as they had been. If they were further suppressed by the Primordial Chaos Race, their future development would inevitably become even more difficult.
Standing with the Primordial Chaos Lords at such a time would likely provoke the dissatisfaction of the Primordial Chaos Race as well. It would undoubtedly bring trouble upon themselves.
However, this was Gu Yan's decision, and he had to obey it.
Very soon.
One Ancestor after another from the Tan Yuan Race arrived at the Ancestral Land of the God Mountain.
Sensing the transcendent yet concealed aura emanating from Gu Yan, these Ancestors were puzzled, but a trace of anticipation rose in their hearts.
Ever since their First Ancestor had obtained the Netherblood Core, he had remained in seclusion. No one knew how many ages had passed. Just from that aura alone, his gains should have been considerable. Perhaps he had summoned them this time to pass on his insights into those bloodlines.
They looked at the First Ancestor, whose eyes were closed, and waited quietly without speaking.
"First Ancestor." Seventh Ancestor 'Li' immediately spoke. "Everyone