Willow God really did stuff Little Nonpoint's sock into Meng Chuan's mouth.
If he couldn't say anything sensible, he shouldn't speak.
What do you mean, my dream is to become as strong as the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit?
I'll surpass the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. No, wait—I am the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit!
Still, the Forbidden Zone Lord understood what Meng Chuan meant.
"So it was the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit herself." The Forbidden Zone Lord recognized Willow God.
Though Willow God now bore little resemblance to the Immortal King-level Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of old.
After all, even though she had recovered somewhat, her current strength was less than a single hair on nine oxen compared with what it once had been.
But Meng Chuan's hint had been clear enough.
"In the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, you fought your way into the Foreign Realm and vanished without a trace. I never expected to meet you here today."
The Forbidden Zone Lord lived within the Forbidden Zone. What he knew of the outside world generally came from his disciples or people who stumbled into the Life Forbidden Zone.
His disciples had lived from the Early Immortal Ancient to the Late Immortal Ancient Era—an entire Era.
So he knew something of that era's masters, their distinguishing traits, and their peerless Heavenly Arts.
Dead though he was, and confined to the Forbidden Zone, the Forbidden Zone Lord was hardly blind.
But Willow God's charge into the Foreign Realm had marked the end of the Immortal Ancient Era's war. His youngest disciple, Qingyue, had also died in that battle.
And that was where the Primordial Chaos Immortal King's knowledge of the outside world's highest circles ended.
Naturally, he knew nothing of what happened afterward—what Willow God faced upon her return, or who attacked her.
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