The Western Cosmos Race's Ancestral Realm.
It was merely a small world within the Western Cosmos Race's main world, and for billions of years, not a single member of the race had set foot inside.
Not even the Western Cosmos Race's other ancestors had entered it.
Countless years ago.
The Western Cosmos Race's First Ancestor had left these words:
"Unless a calamity threatens the extinction of our race, none may enter the Ancestral Realm."
Yet countless ages had passed, and the Western Cosmos Race had always flourished. When had they ever faced a calamity that threatened their extinction?
Usually, they were the ones who brought such calamities upon other races.
And back then, the Western Cosmos Race's First Ancestor had already been an "invincible one" of Half-step Transcendence-grade!
An "invincible one" was, in other words, someone of quasi-transcendence-grade.
The Western Cosmos Race's First Ancestor had wanted to break through his limits and enter true Transcendence-grade!
"Lin Duo, the Western Cosmos Race's current Administrator, prostrates himself and begs the Ancestor to emerge!"
"A mighty enemy has appeared, his power towering to the heavens! He has slain both the Ninth and Thirteenth Ancestors! The Western Cosmos Race hangs by a thread!"
"We beg the Ancestor to leave seclusion and save the Western Cosmos Race!"
Outside the Ancestral Realm's enormous gate of light, Lin Duo, the Western Cosmos Race's Administrator, knelt prostrate on the ground and wailed in grief.
"We beg the Ancestor to leave seclusion and save the Western Cosmos Race!"
The Third Ancestor, Twelfth Ancestor, and Fifteenth Ancestor also knelt on the ground, their voices steeped in grief.
"We beg the Ancestor to leave seclusion and save the Western Cosmos Race!"
The Western Cosmos Race's elders knelt prostrate one after another, crying bitterly.
"Alas."
"After countless years in seclusion, I still