Primordial. The two words left quite a few Emperor Rank experts looking puzzled.
It was clear they had no idea what "Primordial" represented.
A contemplative look appeared in Ao Xuan's eyes. Ancient memories surged back to assail him, and it seemed he was beginning to remember.
The old man in the straw raincoat reacted the fastest.
With a flash, he vanished from where he stood and appeared inside Dao Yan Tower, directly opposite the Chief Tower Master.
He showed no concern whatsoever for how powerful the Chief Tower Master was within the area enveloped by Dao Yan Tower.
Staring fixedly at the Chief Tower Master, he demanded, "What connection does this Primordial you speak of have with the Ghost Race?"
"How do you know these Ghost Race members did not come from the Ghost World?"
"Answer me!"
Whether they had come from the Ghost World was not what the old man in the straw raincoat truly cared about. What concerned him was the word "Primordial" that the Chief Tower Master had mentioned.
An absurd thought surfaced in his mind. If it was true, then this was truly a huge problem.
The old man in the straw raincoat's speed startled the Chief Tower Master. He had nearly attacked him, but at the very last moment, he restrained himself.
He took a slight step back. A gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall; he put enough distance between them. Here, he was relatively invincible.
Only after doing all that did he slowly say, "It seems you know what the word 'Primordial' represents."
"It used to be called the Primordial Immortal Realm, correct?"
The moment those four words were spoken, quite a few Emperor Rank experts outside were shocked.
Immortal Realm? They were the Immortal Realm, so what the hell was the