Everything Ultimately Returns to Great Luo

"We... have met?" He Heng's expression tightened. The next moment, he said solemnly, "So you're the senior who carried the coffin across the River of Time and suppressed the source of the gods and demons that could not exist in the world."

"That wasn't my achievement. It was only because all the Progenitors of the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens joined forces that we managed to suppress Him. I was merely the one who carried it out!" The Martial Ancestor's voice sounded somewhat forlorn.

"This plan had been in motion since Before Myriad Ages. All the Progenitors of the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens pooled their Dao origins to refine the Sky Imprisoning Coffin. Then I crossed endless years from the upper reaches of the River of Time and finally trapped Him in this age. But even so, I can hold Him for no more than ten thousand years."

"So this is the Primordial Ancestor Tribulation! Once He breaks free, an unprecedented calamity will descend." He Heng frowned, a trace of confusion on his face. "But surely that isn't enough to make it the greatest tribulation throughout all history?"

"Of course that's not all. You should understand His identity. In the past, He failed to attain Supreme Great Luo, yet survived. His cultivation had already reached a realm that shouldn't exist, surpassing all the Progenitors. Though He wasn't truly Great Luo, He possessed a portion of the power of Supreme Great Luo. Otherwise, how could He have restricted the Great Heaven, a Source Realm of All Heavens, from giving birth to beings beyond the gods and demons? He already counts as half a Supreme Great Luo." The Martial Ancestor's voice was hoarse.

"But the Progenitors of the Heavens joined forces and managed to imprison Him, didn't they? If it worked