The Red People could afford not to care about this black-robed figure.
After all, his strength was merely so-so. Within this Small World, they could still suppress him.
But the Sacred Ancestor behind him—let alone Red People like them, who in the entire Nine Domains dared to disregard the Sacred Ancestor?
That being who had lived from the most distant era of Ancient Gods' Enlightenment until now.
Just think about it: even the ancient gods had died, yet the Sacred Ancestor alone remained alive, like the sun in the sky, shining upon everything.
To their own people, the Sacred Ancestor's existence was an immense source of encouragement.
It was as though no matter what one did, so long as the Sacred Ancestor existed, there would always be someone supporting them from behind.
But to enemies, the Sacred Ancestor was like a huge boulder pressing upon their hearts, crushing the breath from everyone.
Before doing anything, they had to deliberate for a long while.
The black-robed figure snorted heavily. Since the Red People had already given their assurance, he did not wish to press them too hard.
At present, it was not the time for internal strife. Finding Xu Zimo should have been their priority.
His gaze was indifferent yet profound, as if endless spiritual energy swirled around him.
It was as though he wanted to see through the entire lake.
The Red People were anxious as well. Though they had threatened him in every possible way, they all knew the truth.
They could do nothing to Myriad Water Flow.
Because were they not themselves strange entities split off from Myriad Water Flow?
Meanwhile, Xu Zimo sat cross-legged within the Small World.
Though chains suppressed the Heaven-Piercing Pillar, the power of Water God Co-Earth still continued to grow.
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