"Why only The Empire's upper ranks?" Su Ye asked Old Man curiously, unable to understand what Scarlet Old One, who was suspected to be an ancient ancestor, was trying to do.
"Primordial Sacred Ones, origin deities—they were born before the Heavens and Myriad Worlds," Scarlet Old One's voice rang out.
The Empire's upper ranks all listened to Scarlet Old One's words.
They looked toward the nine descendants of the Primordial Sacred Ones.
"Just remember them. They are our greatest enemies. Our clan believes neither in immortals nor gods, only in ourselves!!!" Scarlet Old One declared, looking at the nine Genesis-level beings.
The nine descendants of the Primordial Sacred Ones looked at Scarlet Old One.
"A shell without an origin—merely a wisp of divine soul, nothing more than a wandering ghost." The leading descendant of the Primordial Sacred Ones looked at Scarlet Old One with boundless arrogance.
Primordial Dao patterns intertwined within its eyes. That was where the Primordial Sacred Ones' power lay: Primordial Dao patterns, things they were born wielding.
Ancient power that could not be traced back.
"Borrowing a shell for rebirth? Consider yourself unlucky to have encountered us." Another descendant of the Primordial Sacred Ones spoke indifferently to Scarlet Old One.
"Unlucky?" Scarlet Old One looked at the descendants of the Primordial Sacred Ones before him.
Nine Genesis-level beings.
"Even your progenitors would not dare speak such words before me." Scarlet Old One's eyes brimmed with endless ferocity.
Countless weapons intertwined in dazzling brilliance, still dripping with blood. That blood carried endless Primordial Dao patterns and a sacred aura.
It was the blood of the progenitors of the Primordial Sacred Ones, stained upon vicious weapons that had once slain them.
The expressions of these descendants of the Primordial Sacred Ones changed as well.
They sensed the aura of