In Primordial City, the Progenitor crouched on the ground, gritting his teeth as he gripped the endless Sequence Strings.
At that moment, the Sequence Strings trembled nonstop. He was astonished.
Mr. Mu walked over. "Hold on tight. The little fellow's Ancestor breakthrough is causing quite a commotion. Even Primordial City has been affected."
The Progenitor chuckled. "It's not that big a commotion. I'm merely fighting for a little room to survive. When I broke through back then, do you think the myriad races came to pay homage because they wanted to? No, I scared them into it. Those useless Four Directional Guardians were scared by me too."
Mr. Mu said indifferently, "Stop bragging. He's only breaking through from an Inner World to the Ancestor realm, and there are three more like him. Besides, the huge commotion you caused back then wasn't from an Ancestor breakthrough, was it? Do you think I don't know? That was when you broke through to the Progenitor realm."
"It was an Ancestor breakthrough. You underestimated me."
"No, it was a breakthrough to the Progenitor realm. I'm certain."
"Old Mu, taking Zhu Zi as your disciple is the pride of your life. Other than that, you're useless."
"You can put me down all you want, but I won't change my answer. Hold on tight. It's almost done."
In the Second Eryu, Lu Yin felt the various parallel space-times drawing closer and closer to him. They were practically within arm's reach, as if they were about to crush him.
At that moment, a familiar scene appeared. It was the Sixth Continent.
Primeval Space also appeared. After all, Lu Yin had been born in Primeval Space. If he wanted to create a new parallel space-time, the first thing he would compress was Primeval Space.
The Sixth Continent and