Their eyes remained fixed on the direction in which Dao Ancestor Changhui had disappeared, full of confusion and shock.
As far as they knew, Heaven was filled with powerful figures, yet those capable of contending with Dao Ancestor Changhui could be counted on one hand. How could the sudden appearance of such an unfathomable figure not shake them?
The world truly was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Heroes were as plentiful as carp crossing a river, and unknown powerhouses always lurked in the shadows, waiting for their chance to soar into the sky.
Dao Ancestor Changhui said nothing. The aura around him had dimmed, like a fallen star.
He took a long look at the battlefield, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, and helplessness. Then he flashed away, turning into a streak of light as he sped back to Heaven.
After that, he returned to Heaven and went into seclusion.
Some speculated that his defeat had left him so ashamed that he had withdrawn to cultivate, hoping to break through and wash away the disgrace.
Others said he was plotting in secret, waiting for a chance to take revenge on the mysterious Dao Ancestor.
Before long, news of that earth-shaking battle swept through every corner of the Sacrificial Sea like a gale.
When people heard that someone had dared seize an Altar Fragment from a Heaven Dao Ancestor and escape unscathed, they were struck speechless.
More unbelievable still, this person had relied on physical strength alone to contend with someone as powerful as Dao Ancestor Changhui. Such terrifying might overturned everything they thought they knew.
For a time, speculation ran wild. Some said he was a reincarnated Great Ability who had slumbered since ancient times; others claimed he was a peerless powerhouse concealed by some mysterious faction.
Yet