A Little More Each Year: From Mountain Villager to Dao Ancestor of the Immortal Realm
Chapter 1139

Pride

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Yet his expression remained exceedingly calm, his gaze filled with respect.

An Immortal stood less than a zhang before him. He himself was no more than an ant gazing up at the heavens, and besides, they had truly brought him out...

This was a heaven-shaking feat that had required the entire Chaos Clan's strength during the Primordial Era!

Yet now, he had been brought out without a sound. His heart surged like rivers and seas, and he no longer dared speculate what heaven-defying power this Five-Elements Dao Ancestor possessed.

Ancient Saint lowered his eyes and cupped his hands. "...Dao Ancestor, what would you have me explain?"

An anxious flicker passed through his eyes. He had never believed that this man merely did not wish for the Chaos Clan to be exterminated. There had to be a world-shaking scheme behind it all. At present, he was merely a tiny chess piece.

"Be lenient with those who confess, severe with those who resist."

Chen Xun casually said this, took a wooden chair from his storage ring, and sat down. "Tell me about the Great Thousand World of the previous era. Tell me about the Ancient Saint Clan and the Chaos Clan."

Moo~

Black Bull raised a hoof and brought out a rocking chair suited to its size, then leisurely reclined in it, ready to listen to another's tales of the past.

At this moment, the East Sea shimmered with rippling light. Sunlight spilled across the waters like golden ribbons, swaying gracefully with the waves. A thread of golden radiance slowly shone into the shadow where Ancient Saint was concealed by Filthlife Turtle's body.

A touch of warmth fell across his face, and the faint terror on Ancient Saint's features seemed to ease somewhat.

In the distance, sea and sky merged into one,

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