The Great Sun slanted westward, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the towering grand tree, casting mottled shadows.
Ancestor of the Desolate sat at the main seat by the stone table, feeling his head as large as a fight, his mind a jumbled mess.
Li Qingming, seeing the somewhat confused Ancestor of the Desolate, said, "Fellow Daoist, is it not feeling unimaginable?"
Ancestor of the Desolate shook his head and said, "It's more than unimaginable, it's downright inconceivable! The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons was already a Half-step Heavenly Dao realm powerhouse when my physical body fell, and the Technology Mysterious City has been dominating the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds for countless years. That such overpowering forces still have a mastermind behind them is truly too dreadful to hear!"
