He gave a cold laugh, sharp eyes glinting beneath the Bandit Mask. "You juniors are still far too green to compete with your Five-Elements Dao Ancestor."
With that said inwardly, Chen Xun drifted through the mountains and rivers of the Ancient Saint Clan's territory.
The territory here stretched boundlessly, with mineral veins and ten-thousand-year rare spiritual herbs in endless supply. He showed not the slightest courtesy, stuffing as much as he could into his storage rings.
Every place he left behind was reduced to bare earth. Even the Spirit Loam had been scraped away. The upheaval of heaven and earth did not affect him in the least—after all, who told him to become an Immortal?!
Chen Xun's gains from this single outing were enough to make Taiyu and the others work for nothing for several thousand years. They would likely be left staring dumbfounded before prostrating themselves in admiration, then sighing that their methods were still far too immature.
After all, your ancestor was still your ancestor.
As countless Ancient Saint Clan members scattered and fled across their domain, they watched in stunned disbelief as their own ancient buildings were broken down to their primordial state, turning into rare immortal materials...
"Ah?!"
"Ancestor, could this be the power of those Immortal Artifacts from beyond the heavens?!!"
"Don't look! Run!!"
Their faces were filled with grief and indignation, and their boundless hatred became fuel for their escape. At the very least, they had to avoid the Star Wheel fragments falling from beyond the heavens. Their Dao grounds and ancestral lands could no longer be kept.
Naturally, the Myriad Races bore this enormous black pot, though they had indeed intended to do the same. They were simply a few steps too late, stopped beyond the heavens by the Immortals who had