The cold wind moaned, bitter and piercing. Heaven and earth lay under a pall, without a glimmer of light.
The Ancestors' power was terrifying, crushing all hope. The Myriad Worlds lay suppressed beneath those ten figures.
"End-of-the-Road Level beings of the Later Era."
An Ancestor spoke, and the Great Dao seethed in answer to his words.
"You are quite remarkable. That the world could produce such outstanding successors is surprising—and hard not to admire."
Another Ancestor continued, "Your potential is extraordinary, rarely seen since ancient times."
"Given endless time, perhaps one among you might have the faintest chance of glimpsing a higher domain."
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
The Weird Ancestors already knew Ye Fan and the others' combat strength and how quickly they had grown. Even as Ancestors, they could not help praising these six.
Take Desolate. In little more than ten million years, he had gone from Initial Entry into the End-of-the-Road Level to its peak.
That pace of advancement was outrageous. And the young man surnamed Ye and those two women seemed to have advanced scarcely any slower than Desolate.
For an ordinary Immortal Emperor, ten million-odd years was barely enough to stop being called newly ascended.
Progress in the Immortal Emperor Domain depended not only on individual talent and brilliance, but also on time spent honing them.
The Ancestors were astonished by these successors. Of all the End-of-the-Road Level beings they had seen, these were the finest.
As for someone crossing the entire End-of-the-Road Level the instant they entered it, reaching its absolute peak and Perfection in a single step...
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. The Weird Ancestors did not dare imagine such a thing happening, or such a person existing.
Was that supposed to be a joke?
In the final battle of the Original Sacred Ruins