"Xia Yu? The Great Ancestor was still alive?"
Emperor Yongchang jolted, instantly wide awake.
As far as he knew, the surviving pillars of the Imperial Family did not include the Great Ancestor.
The Old Ancestor he knew was not the Great Ancestor, either.
If the Great Ancestor really were alive, Xie Guanhai would never have dared act so arrogantly.
Although Xie Guanhai's arrogance had mostly been directed at the Nine Heavens, and he had not pressured the Imperial Family all that much.
Wait, the Great Ancestor called the Red Bull Senior?
The Great Ancestor's senior?
When Emperor Yongchang grasped what that meant, another cold sweat broke out over him.
Senior Red Bull ranked above even the Great Ancestor in seniority?
What sort of background did he have?
He had thought the Broken-Horned Red Bull was a general under the Great Ancestor, only unlike those divine generals, he specialized in intelligence, which was why he had established the Nine Heavens.
Now it seemed the Red Bull had an even more extraordinary background than he had imagined.
Who exactly was Senior Red Bull?
Emperor Yongchang kept watching.
"No, you should be dead. I watched you breathe your last with my own eyes."
The Red Bull caught on. "You also said you wouldn't become one of those long-lived creatures that leave calamity festering for ten thousand years, that you would die when your time came. Is this a strand of divine thought you left behind?"
Xia Yu's projection appeared before the Red Bull. Through the Empress, Emperor Yongchang also saw the Great Ancestor's projection and nearly dropped to his knees in worship.
"Your eyes are keen, Senior. I am indeed dead. I simply couldn't let go of Great Yu, so before dying, I split off an incense avatar of the Divine Dao to