"Croak..."
Frog Daoist stood atop a cliff on Ninety-Ninefold Mountain, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Have these myriad-race cultivators reverted to their ancestors or something? Such ancient garments and magical artifacts—and their power is pathetic."
"Daoist, are we going to die?!" Little White Spirit spun anxiously in circles across the plains. With just one casual glance earlier, it had seen terrifyingly powerful beings stretching beyond sight!
"Croak, don't panic."
Frog Daoist's gaze was profound. Rather than looking down upon the rivers and mountains, he looked toward the heavens. "Something's wrong. This may be the Hongmeng Illusory Realm. Let's see what Chen Xun and his family have to say."
It drew in a light breath. No matter how it looked, these myriad-race powerhouses seemed rather weak. Dao Integration Stage cultivators actually dared to come and besiege the Five-Elements Dao Ancestor?!!
...It had not been many years since the Battle of the Celestial River.
Did the myriad races of this Great World now dare bring petty Dao Integration Stage cultivators to the Five Aggregates Sect to strut around? Courting death...
Little White Spirit froze, then cautiously glanced over again. Its entire body suddenly shuddered, and it even trembled. "Little ones, form up!!"
Damn it!
They really were Dao Integration Stage ants. They had nearly frightened this little White Spirit general.
Roar~~~
Roar~~~!
Ferocious beast roars resounded throughout the Jade Bamboo Mountains, their auras incomparably majestic. Did they not see what fine fruits these beasts had grown up eating? Did they not see the immortal treasure above their mountain range that could elevate the level of life itself?!
Frog Daoist remained calm and composed. A sharp gleam flashed through its pupils as it saw races that had gone extinct during the Myriad Races Great Slaughter Era. The conjecture in its heart was being confirmed