Su Ye stood atop the building, Soul-Nurturing Grass clenched between his teeth, watching Emperor One and the nine ancestors. He could still observe the battle only because of the endless golden inscriptions within the Main World.
The golden inscriptions bore most of the immense power, preventing the Main World from shattering.
In other words, if the Main World had not been sturdy enough, it would have completely collapsed by now.
Su Ye drew a deep breath. The battle before him had already overturned everything he knew and imagined.
"Can they win?" Su Ye looked toward the nine ancestors, unease stirring within him.
Including the one that had vanished earlier, the enemy still had twenty-seven ancestors. Such beings... Su Ye had no idea where that ancestor had gone, so from his perspective, it was safest to assume it was still present.
The power of the nine ancestors shook the heavens and the ages. Endless innate Great Daos swept through the heavens, while countless ancient histories faded and crumbled into illusion!
Everything from the past was beginning to be erased.
The nine ancestors had acted. Just as they had in the ancient era, that tragic age, they had erased everything, overwritten portions of ancient history, turned them into blanks, and buried them completely.
Within the divine light, that indistinct phantom held a great axe. Its blurry figure took a firm step forward, and space-time across the ages trembled.
Endless timelines intertwined. The years from ages ago became hazy, no longer blank, and everything was returning.
"He's rewriting ancient history!!" An ancestor cried out in horror as it stared at the blurry figure.
They did not dare speak his name. Even though the ages had erased him, he remained the being they feared most.
In the ages before, if he had not protected