Seeing the helpless look on the Earth Human Race patriarch's face, Chen Changan could only sigh helplessly as well.
His story didn't seem to be a lie; Chen Changan could tell that much. But the story itself was riddled with holes.
If things had happened as he claimed, where had the Crimson Demons come from? There was no answer. And where had the inheritance received by the Five Ancestors of Literature come from? Still no answer.
The foreign races had fled beyond the borders. Why, after returning to the True Realm, had they invaded and suppressed the Human Race's development instead of simply coming back? Again, there was no answer.
All Nine Great Races had met with disaster. So where were the few races that still hadn't appeared?
Chen Changan had originally hoped to get more information from the Earth Human Race and learn the truth about the Ancient Era while he was at it.
But after hearing the whole story, he'd found no truth—just a hell of a lot more questions.
This story... he would've been better off not hearing it.
Still, Chen Changan hadn't come away with nothing.
At least he now knew that the True Realm's power level in the Ancient Era had been far beyond what it was now. In other words, the Ancestor Realm definitely wasn't the highest realm.
Perhaps the reason the Ancestor Realm had no clear subdivisions now, and why those at the same level could vary so wildly in strength, was that something had happened in the Ancient Era, leaving people in the True Realm unable to break through beyond the Ancestor Realm.
On top of that, the inheritance had been lost. No one knew how to cultivate beyond the Ancestor Realm or break through to the next level—or even how the