The echoes still reverberated across the plains as Wang Xuan completely emerged from the Rift of Death.
The moment his feet touched down, the air across the entire Demon Plains stopped moving.
Twelve million weapon souls knelt on the ground, not even daring to whimper.
Lord Tongtian stood atop the clouds with his hands tucked into his sleeves. The four battle swords had been slowly circling around him, but when he saw that golden-white figure, his steps halted and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
"Ancestor God..."
The two words were forced from his throat, carrying a dryness unfamiliar even to himself.
A genuine Ancestor God had personally descended upon the battlefield. Not a Dharma body like Shennong's, condensed from a remnant soul and lacking in its origin, but a complete and flawless true body, its Divine Might as vast as the sea.
None of the Half-Ancestors present had anticipated this variable.
Wang Xuan stood in midair, his pale golden vertical pupils sweeping over the battlefield.
His gaze did not linger on any Half-Ancestor, as though those beings who could make Nine Provinces tremble with a mere stomp were no more than pebbles by the roadside.
The Void-Piercing Heavenly Eye silently opened.
The entire world became clear down to the finest detail, every last trace visible in his eyes.
"Products of illusion, yet they have begun to surpass reality. What an irony."
Wang Xuan's voice was not loud, yet it spread across the entire plain. Every word struck the Half-Ancestors' hearts like a hammer.
The Illusory Lineage: Primordial Heavenly Venerable, Supreme Lord Lao, Daoist Zhunti, Sun God Ra, Satan... White Tiger Saint Emperor, Great Heavenly Demon, Kong Xuan...
And the illusory source of those terrifying fluctuations high in the sky radiated an Ancestor God-level aura.
"We pay respects to the Ancestor