Next came the eighth match. On one side was Humanity's Origin Ancestor; on the other was Cleto of the Ice God Race, who also counted as a God King on Humanity's side.
The moment Cleto saw Origin Ancestor, his face went pale. He was barely stronger than Huge Axe. Compared with a God King as ancient as Origin Ancestor, he was far outclassed.
In terms of seniority, Origin Ancestor was his master's grandmaster—his great-grandmaster. But they were both God Kings, and at that level, such distinctions mattered less.
The gap in strength, however, was anything but small.
Two figures appeared in the Spacetime Arena. Yuan wore white robes and a warm smile. Cleto had humanlike arms and legs, but his features were unmistakably those of an alien race.
"Great-grandmaster, please grant me your guidance!" Cleto bowed slightly and cupped his hands.
"Cleto, give it everything you have. Don't worry about who I am. At your current level, defeating me probably won't be easy." Origin Ancestor smiled. Speaking to his disciple's disciple, he chose his words gently.
"Then please grant me your guidance, Great-grandmaster." Cleto repeated his request and gripped a blade in each hand. His gaze turned cold and sharp. That was the nature of the Ice God Race: the colder they became, the more strength they could unleash.
He swung both blades.
Two streaks of light tore through space like knives through cloth, opening enormous rifts that closed in on Origin Ancestor.
Back in the Original Universe Era, he had forged a path of his own, creating another kind of Universe Origin—the Virtual Universe Origin. He could even turn illusion into reality, a testament to his astonishing talent.
Now, through his research into the Origin Mystery, he had gone further along that same path and "created" another form of