Now, all the many ancestors had already gathered together.
Some doubts were thus resolved.
Zhou Yan's mood instead shifted from heavy to gradually calm.
He had achieved the King Realm, and in an instant his combat power swelled to an extreme degree.
If the King Realm also had divisions, then Zhou Yan's Realm would be the Ninth Level of Perfection of the King Realm, equivalent to the very pinnacle state of combat power among Kings.
At this moment, Zhou Yan could in fact already be mentioned in the same breath as Pangu and Nuwa, and even faintly surpass them somewhat.
However, there was nothing here worth being proud or glad about.
Stepping into the King Realm should have been the greatest, most joyous event, but at this time, facing such a situation, Zhou Yan felt only a sense of Fate's responsibility and pressure.
