Although he had not been Original Ancestor's direct disciple, none of Original Ancestor's other disciples could match the length of time he had spent with him.
They might not have been master and disciple in name, but they had been so in all but name.
"Teacher!"
Seeing Original Ancestor, Chaos City Master felt a surge of emotion. Ever since Original Ancestor had been suppressed, even he had rarely been able to see him.
"Giant Axe, Chaos, you've worked hard for the Human Race," the white-robed Original Ancestor said softly, looking somewhat remorseful.
And, in truth, he had reason to feel that way.
Although he had led the Human Race of the Primal Universe to heights beyond imagination, they had enjoyed that position for too short a time and lacked sufficient reserves. The moment Original Ancestor was suppressed, the Human Race had immediately been exposed for what it was.
If Giant Axe had not broken through to become a True God, the Human Race might not even have been able to hold on to its small corner of the Primal Universe. They could well have been forced to retreat to the Initial Universe.
After being suppressed by the Primal Universe, Original Ancestor had looked back and couldn't help regretting his rashness.
If only I'd taken more time and lain low for a while. Perhaps I would have uncovered the truth about the Origin Will, and Giant Axe, Chaos, and the others wouldn't have had to bear such enormous pressure. Original Ancestor sighed silently.
Back then, when he tried to seize the Primal Universe, he had indeed thought more about himself. He had not been cautious enough about everything concerning his race.
"There's no need to say we've worked hard." Chaos City Master shook his head. "Teacher led the race to its