If Lu Yin and Elder Chan had seen this, they would have been astonished.
Lu Buzheng also knew this ancestral aura.
Hen Xin glanced at Lu Buzheng. "Every time I see this, I'm worried for you. You're too bold to try and scheme against Fate, and you even succeeded."
Lu Buzheng grinned and raised his head proudly. "It's all thanks to the Path Master's help, but I'm being hunted down by the Fate's Disciples. That crazy Fate's Daughter beats me up every time she sees me. Hehe, once I break through to the Progenitor realm, I'll see how far I'm from the real Fate."
In the distance, the young man in white robes reminded, "They're here."
In the distance, countless scarlet eyes looked over. There were many Emissaries among them, and there were two familiar auras. They were the Kings and Half-Ancestor Corpse Kings who had attacked Hen Xin.
"There are only three Half-Ancestors. I alone am enough." Lu Buzheng stepped forward. He was known as Buzheng, but in reality, he was the most competitive and the one who wanted to compete the most. The pride in his bones made him not weaker than others, and he even dared to compete against the direct descendants of the Lu family. This was why he had been bestowed with the ancestral aura of the Three Suns.
Countless Corpse Kings surged forward like a tide.
Hen Xin clenched his fists, causing the void to distort. With a wave of his hand, layers of the void spread out like a collapsing building. If no one blocked him, this attack would be enough to destroy all the Corpse Kings in sight. This was the power of space.
The young man in white robes was shocked. Hen Xin, the leader of the Three Ultimates, had cultivated three ultimates despite being a mortal. They were his domain, spiritual force, and battle force, which allowed him to touch upon the power of space.
The Path Master had once said that if Hen Xin broke through to the Progenitor realm, he would be able to obtain the inheritance of the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas and become one of them.
This was a person with great willpower.
In the distance, in front of the countless Corpse Kings, the Ancient God stepped out of the void and faced Hen Xin's control of space. He raised a hand and easily suppressed it. "In the entire Above Heaven, there aren't many who can reach your level of understanding of space. You did not disappoint me."
Hen Xin's expression changed. The Ancient God had not forcefully dispelled his power, but had instead used space to suppress it. This meant that the Ancient God's understanding of space was at least on par with his.
Who was this person? How could his control of space be on par with his?
When Henshin saw the Ancient God's appearance, his body trembled. His originally cold expression turned into one of shock and disbelief. "You, you, Dao Lord?"
Lu Buzheng and the young man in the gold-trimmed white robe stared blankly at the Ancient God, as if they had seen the sky collapse and the earth collapse. Perhaps at this moment, their hearts felt that the sky had collapsed and the earth had collapsed, as if it was the end of the world.
"The third continent's Dao Lord." Lu Buzheng's lips were dry as he spoke slowly. He couldn't believe it.
Hen Xin's eyes twinkled as he stared at the Ancient God. His entire body was trembling.
The Ancient God calmly looked at Hen Xin. "We meet again. To you, it hasn't been that long."
Hen Xin stared at the Ancient God and took a few steps forward. "Da-Dao Lord, it's really you! Impossible! H-How did you turn into such a monster?"
The Ancient God's scarlet eyes revealed neither joy nor anger. "If I could live forever, why wouldn't I?"
Hen Xin couldn't believe it. "Impossible! You must be a fake! You're impersonating the Dao Lord! You're a fake!" He then charged forward, his body streaking through the void. He had clearly left an afterimage in space, but it was as if he didn't exist in this space. He appeared in front of the Ancient God and struck out with a palm. A purplish-black substance appeared on his arm, and the void was like air to him.
The Ancient God shook his head. "I was the one who taught you your battle force." He then raised his hand as well, and the purplish-black substance covered Hen Xin.
Bang!
The void exploded, and Hen Xin retreated a few steps. He casually waved his hand, causing black strips to appear in the void and then fly towards the Ancient God.
The Ancient God sighed. "It's not easy for an ordinary person to reach your level. Playing with the void and peeling it off. You've already reached the limit of what an ordinary person can do. Unfortunately, you're not facing an ordinary person." He then reached out and crushed the strips of void that had been peeled off. Each of the fragments caused the surrounding space to tremble.
Lu Buzheng gritted his teeth, and his expression turned ugly. This was going to be troublesome. The Ancient God was actually a Dao Lord. He had never dreamed that he would one day face a Dao Lord. What kind of concept was a Dao Lord?
Wasn't he on the same level as his own ancestor?
Just the thought of fighting such a monster caused his legs to tremble.
Lu Buzheng had two streams of energy around him. One transformed into an astral beast while the other transformed into a middle-aged man. They both charged towards the Ancient God.
The void collapsed wherever the Ancient God looked. "I'll leave you here today. Since the Everlasting Race has entered, we won't leave." He then punched out, causing a black hole to appear in the void and swallow the astral beast. The middle-aged man, on the other hand, dodged it and moved around like Hen Xin. He had a unique understanding of space.
However, compared to Hen Xin's casualness, the middle-aged man wasn't as smooth.
"I remember that you have destiny. You can transform into a third strand of ancestral qi. Try it." The Ancient God didn't care about Hen Xin's terrifying spiritual energy bombardment and looked at Lu Buzheng.
Lu Buzheng gritted his teeth. This was too difficult to deal with. Both he and Hen Xin were invincible half-ancestors, yet they were suppressed by this Ancient God. What exactly did these Dao Lords eat to grow up?
Even though they were from the era of the Above Heavens, they didn't know the history of the Dao Lords' growth. It was as if they had always existed.
"I'll show you if you want to." The third stream of energy around Lu Buzheng's body twisted and then stopped. He stared at the Ancient God. "I'll show you later."
The Ancient God's eyes widened. "You won't have the chance." His body suddenly grew larger and continued to expand. In the blink of an eye, he had become a giant and was still growing.
The young man in the white robe was shocked. "Legend has it that the giant bloodline of the third continent was created by the Ancient Dao Lord. It seems like it's true."
"It was true to begin with." Lu Buzheng's tone was bitter. He watched as the Ancient God's body continued to expand and entered the mind net in the blink of an eye. Then, with a tug, the mind net distorted and couldn't trap him.
Lu Buzheng cried out, "The power of an ancestor! He used the power of a half-ancestor to forcefully unleash the power of an ancestor! Run!"
Hen Xin was shocked. He had been taught by a Dao Lord, but he had never fought with one because he didn't have the qualifications. The difference was too great. Now, even though he was also a half-ancestor, the difference was still too great.
A half-ancestor could unleash the power of an ancestor. No one could defeat him. Who could fight against an ancestor as a half-ancestor?
The Ancient God became incomparably huge and slapped down at Lu Buzheng.
Lu Buzheng hurriedly grabbed the young man in the white robe and fled. King Qing was pulled away by the man he had transformed from the ancestral qi of the three suns. The Astral Beast wasn't so lucky. It was crushed to death by a single slap as if it was an ant.
Hen Xin looked up at the sky and hugged it. He directly cut the void and threw it at the Ancient God.
However, facing the current Ancient God, he only needed to crush it with one hand.
Under the mind net, the Ancient God's power was not just half.
It was the power of an ancestor.
The third airflow on the surface of Lu Buzheng's body was constantly changing. He was helpless. It wasn't that he didn't want to transform destiny, but that he had no choice. That was destiny. Even with the help of the ancestor, he had the possibility of transforming destiny, but it was only a possibility.
With his current cultivation, the price he had to pay to transform destiny was a bit high.
Puff!
Lu Buzheng spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a bang, Hen Xin was sent flying by the Ancient God. The purplish-black substance on the surface of his body cracked. It was extremely miserable.
Lu Buzheng's eyes were red. He roared. The third airflow still didn't succeed, but he felt something and rushed to the north.
Hen Xin was sent to the east.
The ancestral turtle was also in the east.
The young man in the white robe didn't understand why he was going to the north, but now was not the time to ask.
The Ancient God looked at Hen Xin and then at Lu Buzheng. He then chased toward the north, but his speed wasn't very fast.
What he could use was not the true power of a Progenitor, but merely the resistance of a Progenitor to the mind net. Furthermore, he was only using the body of a Progenitor to resist the mind net. He had already reached his limit, and the body was on the verge of collapse. However, before that happened, he had to deal with Lu Buzheng.
Lu Buzheng had the ability to transform destiny. This ability wasn't very strong, but it could turn the situation around at a critical moment. The Ancient God was also afraid of destiny. He had to deal with Lu Buzheng first before dealing with the others.
Even a Disciple of Destiny was only a disciple, while Lu Buzheng had transformed into the true destiny.
Lu Buzheng gritted his teeth and looked back. The Ancient God's huge body gradually approached, and in front of him was the Astral River. He circled around it, brushing past it as he headed north.
This distance was only a few steps for the Ancient God, but he still couldn't catch up to Lu Buzheng. However, the distance between them was closing.
The Ancient God watched as Lu Buzheng fled east, and he saw the ancestral turtle rushing over.
On the turtle's back, Lu Yin and the rest saw the Ancient God. That enormous body that could toy with a planet was too eye-catching, and it wasn't much different from the turtle.
That aura caused the mental network to distort, and even Ni Huang trembled. "Stop! We're not his match! Stop!"
Lu Yin saw Lu Buzheng in front of him. Although they had never met before, he felt a sense of familiarity. He had to be from the Lu family.
At that moment, the Ancient God stopped, raised his hand, and clenched his fist. The void trembled, and the mental network boiled as it was constantly being pulled. Cracks appeared on the surface of the Ancient God's body, and it was about to collapse.
Lu Yin's eyes narrowed as he used a battle technique to prepare for an attack. Although this attack might not be able to injure the Ancestral Turtle, it could definitely deal with Lu Buzheng.
The Ancestral Turtle was still some distance away from Lu Buzheng, and the Ancient God wouldn't be able to reach him in time. Even if Lu Yin used the Secret Art of Plan, it would be useless. Besides, no matter what power he used, it would definitely collapse in an instant.
There was an unimaginably terrifying power between the Ancient God and Lu Buzheng, and it wasn't something that an ordinary person could interfere with.
Lu Buzheng turned back, his face deathly pale. It was over. Had he been one step too slow?
Destiny had miscalculated.
The youth in the white robes with golden embroidery was also deathly pale. He had yet to shine in this part of the universe, and he wanted to become a Daolord and rebuild the Above Heaven. How could he die here?
No, he definitely couldn't.
No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do against the Ancient God's power that even the mental network couldn't control.