The just-rested sects that had only a hundred years of respite never expected that the return of the Ancestors would suddenly unravel another war!
In the face of the Ancestor Master's will, even if someone in each sect didn't wish to be enemies with that one, it was of no avail, because no one could overturn the Ancestor's will.
And just as the Xuan Emperor said, today the Ancestors were roughly divided into two factions.
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"Taiping, your Human World Pavilion has been annexed by the Pantheon, yet you don't go to Hong Yan for an accounting, why meddle in this murky water?"
An immeasurable length and indistinguishable color "dragon" slowly swam through the Sea of Realms, its beard swaying like karma lines, while thousands of scales reflected the rise and fall of civilizations.
Wherever it passed, the Void was also dyed into an endless sea of clouds.
It was a Mirage Dragon, the Ancestor Master of Yuanshen Sect.
