"Hahaha..." At this thought, Ancestor Hongmeng could not help but burst into laughter. Black-and-white clouds surged around him, wrapping around the shell of the walking corpse as he prepared to rush toward the end of the starlight. Yet the black-and-white clouds had flown only several yards when—whoosh—another Chaos Storm descended. Ancestor Hongmeng had grown carried away; caught off guard, one corner of his black-and-white clouds was swept away by the storm. Like foam within the Chaos Storm, those clouds were scattered in an instant, revealing Ancestor Hongmeng's figure—one of his legs was already gone.
"Damn it!" Ancestor Hongmeng hurriedly retreated, his pair of black-and-white eyes fixed ahead as regret rose in his heart. "Why am I becoming so restless? I still need to be careful! Xiao Hua may be a human Mahayana cultivator, but he is nothing to fear. However, the Lord of Star Moon is a mysterious figure and cannot be underestimated. And that cultivator beside the Lord of Star Moon... who is he? Even Xiao Hua's strength seems to treat him with great respect. Could he also be a Mahayana cultivator? Impossible! I have only been out of seclusion for a few years—how have so many Great Vehicle Daoist Sect Mahayana cultivators appeared? Hiss... could it be, could it be... that person is... him???"
At this thought, Ancestor Hongmeng hastily withdrew the black-and-white mist and revealed his body. All his previous arrogance vanished without a trace. A strange expression appeared in those black-and-white eyes as he stared fixedly at the end of the distant starlight, pondering, *How could I have forgotten him? But... with his lifespan and strength, he should have been unable to survive the tribulation. Counting on my fingers, he ought to have fallen tens of thousands of years ago. Of course, it cannot be ruled