"Who's there!?"
At the end of the Ancient Celestial Path, a faint flicker of firelight emerged on the Lost Altar, and a mysterious shadow slowly materialized, resembling a ghost wandering through the River of Time.
Its temperament was extraordinarily unique, unmatched in mystery by both heaven and earth, unkillable by the sky, uncondemnable by the land, undying and indestructible.
"Abyss Ancestor!?"
Zhou Dao's expression changed dramatically as he abruptly retreated.
He could never have dreamed that he would encounter the Abyss Ancestor again at the end of the Demon God Totem in Dragon Tiger Mountain.
"Descendant of the Sunset, the Primordial King of This Generation... you have grown quickly..."
Upon the Altar, the enigmatic black shadow flickered like candlelight. Without lifting a hand, it seemed like a reunion of old friends, speaking with ease.
Zhou Dao's face was solemn, his body already enveloped in Primordial Gang Qi, like a startled wild beast, filled with alertness.