Throughout the ages, the Abyss Ancestor's pursuit of the Sunset Sect had never ceased.
"Master, is he dead?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know where that thing came from. Heaven can't kill it, Earth can't condemn it, it's undying and indestructible." Wine Madman gritted his teeth.
The decline of the Sunset Sect was so severe that there was even a period of interrupted succession, that was the darkest era, and the Abyss Ancestor's influence was unimaginable.
Today, no one knows the origin of that thing except for the Ancestral Founder.
"He's not dead?" Zhou Dao was astonished.
The sacrifices of twelve dragon veins and the efforts of several generations failed to exterminate the Abyss Ancestor?
"Not exactly." Wine Madman sneered, "Now the Abyss Ancestor is like a dog from a fallen family. You forced him to be wiped out of existence, leaving only a trace of his origin to reincarnate."