The outcome of that battle dealt far too great a blow to the Sacred Ancestor.
He had never imagined that the powerhouse he had worshipped for countless years, the ruler of the entire Nine Domains World,
would be so fragile and helpless before the Heavenly Dao.
The defeat had been utterly disastrous.
It cast a shadow over the Sacred Ancestor's heart that never faded.
Later, he slowly fell from being a steadfast Heaven-Slayer into a lackey of the Heavenly Dao.
He feared the Heavenly Dao, believing it to be invincible.
So he clung to the thought that if he could not defeat it, he might as well join it.
That time, he submitted to the Heavenly Dao, was chosen as its spokesperson to walk the world, and obtained unimaginable power.
After the era of the Great Ancient Divine King had passed, the Sacred Ancestor began cultivating in silence, steadily building himself up.
He hoped to become more useful.
He feared being useless, feared being discarded by the Heavenly Dao.
And so it continued until the era of demons descending.
A man named Demon King ruled over all beneath heaven.
The Devil Master ruled the entire world, and darkness descended upon the land.
That man wished to fell Heaven.
At the time, the Sacred Ancestor believed his cultivation had reached fruition and wanted to do something for the Heavenly Dao.
Thus, he challenged that man.
This matter became the lingering regret in the Sacred Ancestor's heart.
That man merely looked at him calmly.
Those eyes shrouded in black qi seemed to contain countless emotions—contempt, disdain, or perhaps something else.
Or perhaps all of that had merely been the Sacred Ancestor's imagination.
Those eyes had contained no emotion at all.
Because at that time, he simply had not been worthy of that