Countless galaxies were destroyed because of Them, and innumerable civilizations bowed to Their will.
The Ancient Supremes followed the guidance of the Primordial, seeking redemption in the darkness.
Until one day, They descended upon Earth.
Boom!
As if awakened from a nightmare, Gu Jianlin gasped for breath, overwhelmed with terror.
"Incredible."
Old Gu murmured, "Kid, you've stumbled upon something extraordinary."
Gu Jianlin finally began to understand; the history of the Ancient God Clan was obsessively compelling. Even someone like him couldn't help but feel an endless longing and curiosity, let alone the man before him.
Though Old Gu was no longer around, mapping his personality profile felt as if he was still by his side, providing a subtle sense of comfort and dispelling loneliness.
"The number of Ancient Supremes wasn't small, but it wasn't limited to just five. Yet, the others never came into being, consumed instead by some mist-like presence. How peculiar."
