A radiant hand parted the Yellow Earth Divine Lord's soul world. Like the heavens descending to strike from above, it reached in and dragged out a plump white maggot.
"Squeak, squeak..."
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The plump white maggot struggled wildly, unleashing dozens of soul-escape arts in an instant. Each was a pinnacle achievement of the Ancient God Path's Six Paths of Reincarnation, famed across the realms for being unfathomable, eerie, and perilous. The mere mention of them made people turn pale.
But now, they were useless.
The plump white maggot hung between two fingers. It struggled for a long time without the slightest success, then finally stopped on its own, showing a trace of fear.
It did not fear this soul avatar. It feared the future!
The Ancient God Patriarch had discovered a terrifying fact.
His opponent had surpassed him in every aspect of Six Paths of Reincarnation technology. In just a few tens of thousands of years, this opponent had eclipsed everything he had built over hundreds of thousands of years!
That truth frightened him more than being crushed by sheer strength. It left him unwilling to accept it.
The Ancient God Patriarch was the greatest prodigy this cluster of worlds had seen in millions, perhaps even tens of millions, of years. He had risen from the lowest ranks of slaves to rule the entire cluster, making humanity its dominant race. What kind of talent did that take?
There had never been anyone like him!
The Ancient God Patriarch had always been proud, looking down on all beneath heaven.
He believed that if he possessed an inheritance beyond the Celestial realm, he would already have become a power beyond that realm. He would never have spent his whole life trapped in this tiny cluster of worlds, unable to break