That was right—everyone had broken down, because a huge question had surfaced in their minds: Where was the Dao Ancestor? They turned around and saw only familiar faces. Where was the Dao Ancestor Nüwa had mentioned?
Quite a few people stood behind the Jade Emperor: the Eight Immortals, the Barefoot Immortal, the Twelve Golden Immortals, the Northern Dipper Star Lord, Dongwang Gong, Qin Fen... all of them held official positions. But where was the Dao Ancestor? He was nowhere to be seen.
No wonder everyone looked bewildered. They all knew these people. If someone claimed they were the Dao Ancestor, forget the Jade Emperor—not even those in the Buddhist School, who were not particularly close to them, would believe it.
The Little Demon believed it even less. What kind of person was the Dao Ancestor? He had risen at the dawn of the Primordial Wilderness, when the Three Pure Ones had yet to become Saints and mankind had not even appeared. Most people here had attained the Dao as mortals, and now they were being told there was a Dao Ancestor? Damn it.
But as a Saint, Nüwa would not make such claims without cause, would she? Then what the hell was going on?
Zhen Yuanzi did not dare say anything. Nüwa was Nüwa, after all. Though the great powers found it strange and wondered whether she had made a mistake, none had the nerve to speak up.
When the Jade Emperor turned around, aside from shock, he felt a faint sense of disappointment. As the Dao Ancestor's spokesperson and foremost confidant, he had never actually come into contact with the Dao Ancestor. The Dao Ancestor had always been as mysterious as a legend. Now that he saw no extraordinary presence behind him, the Jade Emperor naturally felt disappointed.
But