"Croak..."
Frog Daoist stood atop a cliff on one of the Ninety-Nine Layered Mountains, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Have the Ten Thousand Clans cultivators reverted to their ancestry or something? Such ancient attire and artifacts—and their power is lacking too."
"Daoist, are we going to die?!" White Spirit spun anxiously in circles across the plains. He had only casually glanced over there just now, yet those terrifyingly powerful beings stretched beyond the limits of sight!
"Croak, don't panic."
Frog Daoist's gaze was profound. Rather than looking down upon the mountains and rivers, he gazed toward the heavens. "Something is off. This may be the Primordial Illusion Realm. Let's see what Chen Xun and his family have to say."
He drew in a light breath. No matter how he looked at them, these Ten Thousand Clans powerhouses seemed somewhat weak. Dao Integration Stage cultivators dared come encircle and kill the Five Elements Dao Ancestor?!!
...Not many years had passed since the Battle of the Heavenly River.
Were the Ten Thousand Clans of the Great Age now daring to bring little Dao Integration Stage cultivators to Five Elements Sect to strut about? Courting death...
White Spirit's eyes froze. He cautiously glanced over again, then his entire body suddenly shuddered as he trembled. "Little ones, form up!!"
Damn it!
They really were Dao Integration Stage ants. They had nearly frightened White Spirit, the little general.
Roar~~~
Roar~~~!
Ferocious beast roars rolled across every mountain and field of the entire Jade Bamboo Mountain Range, their auras incomparably robust. Did those people not see what Good Fruits they had grown up eating? Did they not see what immortal treasure, capable of elevating the level of life itself, stood beneath the mountain range's vaulted sky?!
Frog Daoist remained calm and composed, a sharp gleam suddenly flashing