"Waste, welcome to my era."
The Giant Shell Ancestor in front stretched out a hand, gathering the shattered shells from all around, forming a snow-white throne made of shells in an instant.
Crack.
It sat gently on top, elegantly crossing its legs, quietly watching the descendants of reality before its eyes.
"You!?"
"Who exactly are you?"
"A spliced hybrid ancestor is nothing more than a conglomeration of chaotic thoughts, isn't it? How does a monster known as the Demon Ghost King possess clear consciousness!!"
As the cacophony spread throughout the ancestral land.
"This guy... I know it."
At this moment, a researcher suddenly uttered a hoarse, weak voice of disbelief: "It... it is the Ancestor."
"What?"
These days, researchers among their tribe have been collecting data and images of the "First Generation Ancestor" from the Sacrificial Tomb Secret Realm, holding several significant meetings to study their ancestor's identity and status in that era.
