Outside Primordial City, Divine Eagle and Ancestor Mang rushed over together. One perched on the Progenitor's shoulder, while the other coiled around his waist. The Progenitor stretched out his other hand, and the Progenitor's Sword, which had been suppressing the Heavenly Sect, shot toward him. He caught it and pointed it at the starry sky. "The Eternal Life Realm has limits, so there's nothing to fear. At worst, we'll throw our lives at it. Da Qiang died, but we're still alive. Tell me, Master—are you afraid?"
Red-faced Mebis, Wu Tian, and Jialan Zhi Luo answered with renewed spirit, "We're not afraid."
The Progenitor looked at Lu Yin. "Zhu Zi, are you afraid?"
Lu Yin was speechless. "I am."
"Hahahaha! That's right, you should be afraid. Who isn't afraid of dying? Zhu Zi, at least you're honest. Hahahaha!" The Progenitor roared with laughter.
Jialan Zhi Luo gritted her teeth. "Master, we were just going along with what you said."
The Progenitor glared. "Nonsense. I'm afraid too, but there's no choice. We still have to charge ahead. Though we do have one huge problem right now." He looked at the endless Sequence Strings in his hand. "Can someone help me grab a handful?"
They looked at one another in silence.
Only a powerhouse who had Crossed Tribulation could suppress the endless Sequence Strings. Other than the Progenitor, only Mr. Mu could do it. No one else was capable—not even Lu Yuan, despite being at the Progenitor Realm.
The Progenitor sighed and sat cross-legged. "Looks like I'll have to do it myself."
Lu Yin shook his head. The Sequence Strings kept increasing. During the Heavenly Sect Era, the Progenitor hadn't needed to hold them back. If there were too many Parallel Space-Times, they could simply destroy some that had no intelligent life. But