Origin Ancestor

On the Origin Continent, unimaginably far from the Primal Universe, within a mansion in a city.

At this moment, a purple-robed figure sat cross-legged in meditation within the mansion. He had eight faces and twenty-four arms, and his purple robe was inscribed with immensely intricate secret patterns as it radiated a hazy purple glow.

If an expert from the Purple Moon Holy Land had appeared here, they would have immediately recognized this purple-robed expert. He was none other than the Purple Moon Ancestor, who had crossed reincarnation in the distant past.

Just as Lu Qingshan began ordering Malphite to attack the Purple Moon Holy Land, the meditating Purple Moon Ancestor suddenly snapped open his eyes. "Damn Lord of Myriad Worlds!"

As he sensed the origin of his miniature universe continuously vanishing, Purple Moon Ancestor's face filled with shock and fury.

One had to know that the flow of time on the Origin Continent differed enormously from that in the Universe Ocean.

Thus, in only a brief moment, Purple Moon Ancestor's miniature universe had completely collapsed.

At that moment, a trace of pain could not help but appear on Purple Moon Ancestor's face.

After all, the destruction of his miniature universe would also inflict some injuries upon him.

But compared to those injuries, what pained Purple Moon Ancestor more was his own future.

After arriving on the Origin Continent, he had endured endless hardships and had even nearly died several times before finally managing to join his current powerful sect.

Within the sect, he had worked hard for a long time before obtaining the status of an elite disciple.

But now, everything was over!

If the sect learned that his miniature universe had been destroyed and that he no longer had any chance of making a breakthrough, they would certainly strip