The space-time passage expanded, endless Dao patterns intertwining as terrifying fluctuations directly connected two points in space-time.
One was the present world, and the other was the distant past—the Primordial Era!!!
The space-time of the Primordial Era!!!
A being shrouded entirely in divine light gazed at the blood-red passage that had suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
"Did it succeed?" Endless Dao laws surrounded this being enveloped in divine light, as though it were the origin of all things.
Golden divine light spread outward.
"Then come on. Everyone's fucking around anyway—who's afraid of who? At worst, space-time across countless ages gets scrambled. By then, who the hell will know who anyone really is? Let's all have some fun. Sleep your damn ass!!" This Golden Being spewed profanity, sounding utterly unlike someone from this era.
It was merely an imprint, a phantom that had been waiting for this moment.
The golden figure crossed the sky and stepped directly into the blood-red passage.
"Well, well, long time no see, everyone." A flippant voice rang out as the Golden Being appeared behind the two Saint Ancestors.
"You?" The two Saint Ancestors looked at the Golden Being, their eyes filled with deep coldness.
"Just an imprint." One Ancestor saw through its nature.
"Hey, don't put it like that. Sure, I'm only an imprint, but I can still stir up trouble, right?" the Golden Being said casually.
It did not care about its status in the slightest. It was no different from some street punk.
No matter how one looked at it, it seemed completely unreliable.
As the gaze of one Saint Ancestor shifted and flickered, endless killing intent intertwined within it as it looked at the Golden Being.
"Hey, let's talk this out. It's not like you can kill me anyway. I'm just an