Facing the terrible Ancestor God of the Fifth Era, Long Chen was careful and tried to simplify his words. He quickly told him what he wanted to express.
Regarding the Origin of the World, Sky Sword Ancestor God had found the curse in his Origin of the World. His Origin of the World was seven swords, which were exactly the same as the Heaven Sword Divine Realm. Among the Origin of the World that Long Chen had seen, the seven Sacred Heaven Swords were only slightly weaker than the Chaotic Nine-Color Lotus of the Chaotic Ancestor God.
After that, Long Chen waited for Sky Sword Ancestor God's response. It would be great if he could listen to his arrangement. However, Long Chen did not have much hope. After all, he knew that the higher the level of an Ancestor God, the more arrogant he would be.
After losing his memory and having no reference, their behavior was more driven by their nature.
"That's all. Nothing else?"
Obviously, Sky Sword Ancestor God was not very kind. He stared at Long Chen coldly. His eyes were like Sword Qi, penetrating Long Chen's body.
"Nothing else. It's just that the enemy will definitely take action in the future. I think, if we can work together and fight together after knowing the truth, it will be good."
When facing the Ancestor God of the Fifth Era, Long Chen was very gentle.
But the Ancestor God of the Fifth Era interrupted him coldly and said, "Boring, boring. Since there's nothing else, get out."
"Yes."
Obviously, the Ancestor God did not want to talk more with him. Because of his arrogant nature, Long Chen could not accept the current situation, so they needed to calm down.
But Sky Sword Ancestor God pretended that he did not care.
In their eyes, Long Chen was just a junior who passed the message. After the message was passed, he would be useless. Therefore, he simply left, in case Sky Sword Ancestor God and Chaos Ancestor God were the same.
At least, Sky Sword Ancestor God already knew what he wanted to pass.
…
In the next world.
Long Chen walked through the Original Incipient Level Worlds. He was very careful. He was communicating with the masters of these Original Incipient Level Worlds, telling them his identity and everything.
This process could only be said to be rather unsmooth.
Some of them were slightly better, and could even thank Long Chen for telling them about it. Some of them were like the Primal Chaos Ancestral Gods, but if Long Chen said a few more words, they would immediately order him to leave, as if they were about to kill him …
"Fortunately, no matter how difficult the process is, at least I have succeeded in letting the Ancestor Gods know the situation …"
Today, Long Chen had escaped death several times. He had visited almost one hundred worlds above Original Incipient Grade. He had risked his life to instill his ideas to the Ancestral Gods whose memories were blank.
Although the powerful Ancestor Gods didn't pay much attention to him, Long Chen knew that they were well aware of the current situation. Most of the Ancestor Gods were probably secretly contending with the curse at this time.
"It would be for the best if they themselves are able to break the curse. If all the Elder Gods are affected by the curse before the curse is broken, causing them to become violent and murderous, that would be a calamity for the Elder Gods and all the living beings of the Myriad Worlds. Given my current strength, I won't be able to withstand it at all.
Lingxi was improving herself in the tower of time all the time.
Long Chen spent one day visiting over 100 super Ancestor Gods. Lingxi had spent 30 years on the 4th floor of the tower of time.
Since she had completed her inheritance, she was making progress day by day. So was Kitten. He had started to condense the origin of his second world.
"I need more time."
After returning, he also joined the cultivation to deepen his understanding of the current rules. Occasionally, he would join the camp of the dragon servants to look for the most important Origin Dragon Soul and the Origin of the world.
Everything was ready except for the Origin Dragon Soul.
…
Due to the return of the Ancestor Gods, World was bustling. Since the Ancestor Gods had a certain understanding of the current world, most of them were guarding their own worlds and did not do anything out of line for the time being.
After all, they all knew the existence of the enemy. Their greatest efforts were to break the curse.
What they didn't know was that the Samsara Tomb hadn't quietened down yet. On this day, a black figure shrouded in a black robe suddenly appeared in the empty, dusky yellow mist.
His face was also shrouded in a dim yellow mist and could not be seen clearly. Vaguely, one could see his long and narrow black lips, which were slightly curled up into a cold smile.
Besides, a pair of long, thin, pale palms stretched out of the wide, golden-trimmed sleeves. His fingers were much longer than those of ordinary humans.
Ever since he came out, the yellowish fog had been surging into his body continuously. It was simply uncontrollable.
"Yang Xi, where are you hiding?"
Only after hearing the voice did the Tomb of Samsara tremble abruptly.
The Tomb of Samsara shook violently as soon as the voice landed. A huge shadow rose from the endless yellow fog, producing a series of rumbles. As it rose, the shadow quickly shrank. In the end, it turned into a palm-sized beast. It jumped onto the black-robed man's shoulder and chirped. Its voice was like a little chick's.
The little beast still couldn't be seen clearly. All that could be seen was a blood-colored symbol on its forehead. It was the curse of the Ancestor Gods' World Origin. However, the difference was that this curse was the true source.
"You're still so happy? Don't you know that you've failed your mission?"
The man's voice was slightly cold, as though he was trying to scare the little beast. However, after hearing this, the little beast widened its eyes and looked at him in confusion.
"Uh …"
Knowing that he couldn't communicate with it, the black-robed man didn't struggle anymore. He looked around and found that there wasn't much energy left by the destruction of the World Origin. He frowned and said, "It's obviously foolproof. How could there be a mistake? What's wrong? Now that these 'delicacies' have been released, although Yang Xi is terrifying, she doesn't know how to think. I have to go out and see what's wrong …"
"Masters need these 'delicacies' to be completely crushed and absorbed before they can be truly awakened. It's not easy to wait for this day. I can't let anything go wrong here."
"Yang Xi, you're the great Sky-devouring Clan. You can't be like a puppy. Let's go, I'll take you to our livestock farm."
The black-robed man and the little beast gradually dissipated and completely disappeared from the Tomb of Samsara …
…
A hundred years in the Tower of Time was only about three days in the outside world.
Over the past hundred years, Long Chen's progress in various rules was very balanced. He had already caught up with the weaker rules and was well prepared for the Origin Dragon Soul in the future.
Lingxi had also made great progress.
The Tower of Time had indeed helped a lot.
One day, when Long Chen was pondering over new rules, Ancestral God Ling Su sent him a message. "Long Chen, there's good news. The dozen or so Ancestral Gods of the Fourth Era are indeed working together to fight against the enemy. I've just received a notice to head to a place not far from the Chaotic Divine Realm. It seems to be near the original location of your Dragon Sacrificial Continent."
"Who sent the notice?"
"The dozen or so Ancestral Gods of the Fourth Era. They should be gathering all the Ancestral Gods to hold a meeting at the center of the myriad realms to discuss how to fight against the enemy. I was worried that they didn't look for you. Indeed, it's like that …"
Long Chen could understand this. Before the Ancestral Gods of the Eighth Era and above descended, Long Chen was still the leader of the myriad realms. Later on, even the 700 Ancestral Gods were willing to listen to Long Chen's orders. But it was different now.
Before so many Ancestral Gods of the Eighth Era, Long Chen had instantly become an insignificant character. Those top Ancestral Gods didn't care about him at all.
"That's nothing. What's important is that they know they're going to fight against the enemy. That's already a great thing. Whether I participate or not, given my current situation, isn't that important."
Now, all the Ancestral Gods were working together to fight against the Sky Devourers. Long Chen was even willing to join this wave. Of course, this way, he would be able to conceal himself and wouldn't be as obvious as before.
"Do you want to come over?"
Ancestral God Ling Su asked.
"Of course."
Long Chen definitely wanted to see what they were planning.
This was a grand event of great importance.
In fact, he no longer had the patience to cultivate. In the blink of an eye, he went over to Ancestral God Ling Su's side. After meeting up with her, they stayed in the Death World. It would only take a moment for Long Chen to return to the Dragon Sacrificial Continent.
"Let's wait a little longer. Some of the worlds are at the borders. It will take some time for their Ancestral Gods to arrive. We'll arrive when there are more people."
Long Chen looked at the agreed location. The only one who had arrived was the Chaos Ancestral God. Even the other Fourth Era Ancestral Gods hadn't arrived yet. Long Chen didn't dare to go near them.
"Tens of thousands of Ancestral Gods have descended. This grand event would be an incredible event even before the epoch."
Long Chen respected these Ancestral Gods from the bottom of his heart. Hence, even though he couldn't control everything, he was still very excited. He was even looking forward to the Ancestral Gods having a solution during this grand event.
Once the Ancestral God was defeated, the Ancestral Gods of all worlds might truly return to the camp of the Infinite Worlds. At that time, at least Long Chen would have many comrades to fight against the Sky Devourers.
Thinking of the grand event in the future, thinking of the hope of victory, Long Chen was extremely excited. The blood of battle was boiling in his body.
"Father, perhaps this is the first moment I see hope."
"We, the Infinite Worlds, will definitely win."
The dream seemed to be not too far away.
Finally, about three to four days later, close to ten thousand Ancestral Gods began to gather at a place near the Dragon Sacrificial Continent. After all, it was the center of the Infinite Worlds.