Ye Fan: Good Thing the Ruthless Emperor Is Dead

The arrival of the Primordial Creatures chilled many hearts.

Ancient records stated that every Primordial King was an existence on the level of the Primordial Sages.

Even Primordial Creatures whose cultivation was below that of a king could not be underestimated. The tragedy at the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest had only just ended, and no one could forget it.

Now, there were signs that the Primordial Clan was about to emerge. When the Primordial Kings returned to the Human World, it would be tantamount to all Saints emerging together. Who could stop them?

There was only one Jiang Taixu, after all.

"The Primordial Ancient Mine is said to be the oldest Life Forbidden Zone. How could Primordial Creatures come out of there?"

"If the Primordial Myriad Clans return in full force, that will be a disaster."

"..."

Many people had originally been worrying about who could restrain Qin Sheng once he entered the Great Ability realm in the future.

But now, they had no mood to think about that. The Primordial Kings placed far greater pressure on them.

"Saint Prince, which Primordial Race exists within the Primordial Ancient Mine?" Ye Fan asked curiously.

Saint Prince shook his head. "I don't know. During the Primeval Era, the Primordial Ancient Mine was the sacred land of the Primordial Myriad Clans. Only those few emperors could enter."

At the time, he had merely been a three-year-old monkey child. Forbidden Zones and such had been far too distant from him.

Before long, a three-headed Primordial Creature with silver wings entered the Heavenly Palace under the guidance of a Yaochi disciple.

"Gibberish, gibberish."

The moment he opened his mouth, he spoke a string of bird language that no one could understand.

"This is the Myriad Clans Common Language from the Primeval Era," Saint Prince explained