Northern Kuru Continent, Zhong Mountain Sacred Land.
Inside an ancient cave abode, a pair of enormous eyes gazed up beyond the heavens, their look profound. Outside the cave abode waited many Daluo Realm experts of the Demon Race, their expressions respectful.
At last, after the battle in the chaos came to an end, this supreme existence closed his eyes.
"The greater picture has been settled."
His voice came from within the cave abode, making the great demons waiting outside exchange looks, unable to understand what this Old Ancestor meant.
"Old Ancestor, who exactly was it..."
Just as someone was about to ask, a thunderous boom suddenly erupted in the sky. A strange phenomenon was born, and a terrifying rent split open in the firmament.
A massive dragon corpse tens of thousands of li long fell from the opening torn in the firmament toward the Three Realms...
"The Ancestral Dragon is dead?!"
The great demons of Zhong Mountain Sacred Land saw this scene, and then their pupils contracted as a chill rose from the depths of their souls.
That dragon corpse was far too enormous. The moment it appeared, it seemed to blot out the heavens. Even though it was dead, chaotic qi still coiled around its body, radiating a pressure that made all living beings tremble.
What manner of person was the Ancestral Dragon?
He had been one of the supreme powerhouses who roamed unhindered through the ancient era.
Although he had later fallen, he had miraculously revived after countless years, broken the seal heaven and earth had placed upon the Dragon Clan, and led the Dragon Clan to stand as equals against the gods and immortals of the Heavenly Realm.
And then...
He just died again like this?
"Old Ancestor?"
Across the great waters of the Three Realms, every