The Ominous Old Ancestor narrowed his eyes and cast a long look into the depths of the chaotic mist.
He had roamed the Cultivation World for many years, witnessed the Ten Thousand Clans—what was there in the Chaos Clan's paltry language that he could not understand? Could the Telepathic Divine Ability they relied on truly stump him? After living long enough, one could only say that he knew a little of everything.
"Of course I know him."
A deep, muffled voice of Chaos came from the depths. "Ever since my childhood, while I was still nurtured within true Chaos, I had heard the Dao Ancestor's name—Chen Xun. So long as one belongs to our clan, all know the Dao Ancestor. But if you wish to scheme against our clan by borrowing the Dao Ancestor's name, that is impossible."
Even now, he did not believe that the Ominous Old Ancestor was a cultivator who followed the Dao Ancestor. Moreover, the Chaos Beast Clan's life-preserving divine abilities meant they feared no external enemies at all. On the immortal path, being oppressed by might and coveted by others was simply the norm.
Especially that Ending Immortal Sect.
It was obvious at a glance that they wanted to draw the Chaos Beast Clan in. Once they were "pulled" somewhere, it would no longer be up to them.
"I understand." The Ominous Old Ancestor spoke after a moment of contemplation. "Since you know the Dao Ancestor, this seat will no longer threaten you. If the Dao Ancestor personally arrives in the future, I hope you will not fail to appreciate his kindness."
After saying this, an eerie gleam flickered in his eyes.
The Dao Ancestor valued face above all else. If he personally set out and still could not subdue them, then he himself would