Chen Xun's eyes trembled violently, even carrying a trace of horror.
He had once experienced the Domain War. The Ancestral Land of World Spirits of those Filthlife had been impervious even to the Boundary-Breaking Boat and them; from beginning to end, they had only broken through the ground.
Even at the final moment, he had never seen the true face of the Ancestral Land of World Spirits. After reaching the Mengmu Great Sea Region, there had been no way back at all. Their cultivation had been too low, and in scarcely a hundred years, the Domain had been destroyed with thunderous methods!
And after his Dao Sacrifice, when he suppressed the Origins of countless Small Realms, in that instant of sensing them, there had been no Ancestral Land of World Spirits on the battlefields of the other Small Realms at all...
As for their Small Realm, Chen Xun had learned long ago that the number and cultivation of the Filthlife were terrifying. It was not something cultivators could break through, nor could anyone open heaven.
"There's something filthy here."
Chen Xun's gaze turned grave. A gray ancient book slowly appeared in his hand as he murmured, "Senior Brother Ji, I'm afraid you were the true descendant of the Human Sovereign..."
His eyes could not help dimming somewhat. In this age, even the Human Sovereign bloodline possessed nothing special anymore, indistinguishable from the masses. Perhaps the Human Race had never been special to begin with. Neither were the Human Sovereign's descendants.
Chen Xun held the ancient book and lost himself in thought for a long while, gently wiping away every speck of dust upon it, not overlooking even a single corner.
As he wiped it, however, a peaceful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His eyes no longer held