Within the vast Primordial Beginning World, blue skies and white clouds stretched overhead. The space was clear and bright, a completely different world from the chaotic world outside.
In a region of the Endless Sea stood an island continent known as Infinite Serpent Island, the ancestral land of the Infinite Serpent Race.
Suddenly.
In midair, space twisted violently, vaguely forming something like a spacetime passage.
Moments after the spacetime passage appeared, a gray-black gleam flickered within it. Immediately afterward, a winding figure flew out in a bedraggled state.
His aura was more than fifty percent weaker than it had been at the start.
"I finally made it back. That was close." Though he had expended an enormous amount, the great serpent's eyes carried the lingering relief of having survived a catastrophe.
"That blade-wielder was terrifying. He must be a new Lord born after I fell asleep. I never expected a Lord to possess such frightening strength. Even the First Ancestor of my Infinite Serpent Race probably does not have strength equal to his."
The Thirteenth Ancestor was immensely relieved. If he had not been cautious enough to choose flight, he might truly have been suppressed and slain by that blade-wielder.
At that moment, several monstrous serpents emerged from the soil below on the island continent. Seeing their own ancestor in such a miserable state, their expressions shifted.
"Thirteen, what happened?" There were still six Ancestors remaining on Infinite Serpent Island.
"It was a blade-wielder, a Primordial Chaos Lord wielding a blade. He attacked me. I nearly died at his hands," the Thirteenth Ancestor said with lingering fear.
At the mention of a blade-wielder, the several Ancestors immediately understood.
"What happened? You actually dared provoke Luo Feng? Did you offend them?" The Ancestors' expressions changed, but then they froze. The Thirteenth