Chen Xun's eyes trembled violently, with even a trace of horror in them.
Back then, he had lived through the Realm War. The Realm Spirit Ancestral Land of Defiled Lifespan had been utterly helpless against both the World Breaking Ship and them; from beginning to end, it had only broken through the ground.
Even at the very last moment, they had not seen the true appearance of the Realm Spirit Ancestral Land. After reaching the Mengmu Great Sea Region, they could not find the way back at all. Their cultivation had been too low, and in barely a hundred years, the realm had been destroyed by thunderous means!
And after he sacrificed the Dao and suppressed the origins of the Myriad Small Realms, in that instant of perception, the battlefields of the other Small Realms had contained no Realm Spirit Ancestral Lands at all...
As for their Small Realm, Chen Xun had known long ago that the number and cultivation of the Defiled Lifespans were astonishing. They were not something cultivators could destroy, nor could anyone open the heavens.
"There's something filthy here."
Chen Xun's gaze turned grave. A gray ancient book slowly appeared in his hand as he murmured, "Senior Brother Ji, I'm afraid you were the true descendant of the Human Emperor..."
His eyes could not help dimming somewhat. In this age, even the Human Emperor Bloodline no longer possessed anything special. It had faded into the masses. Or perhaps there had never been anything special about the human race to begin with, nor about the Human Emperor's descendants.
Chen Xun held the ancient book and lost himself in thought for a long while, gently wiping away every speck of dust upon it, not overlooking a single corner.
As he wiped, however, a peaceful smile appeared on his