Supreme Divine Hall.
In an unknown space.
Almost at the instant that ancient will descended, Lu Yuan's expression slightly changed.
Because this will was vast and boundless, like the majestic sky.
All the venerable strong persons he had ever encountered were as insignificant as mayflies before it.
"Is this the Heavenly Dao Will of this realm?"
This thought had just surfaced in Lu Yuan's mind when a sigh echoed in his head.
"The Heavenly Dao is dead. I am merely the person entrusted with authority in its stead, you can call me Dao Ancestor."
This sigh carried with it endless age and fatigue.
Then.
An old man in sackcloth, barefoot, with white hair and beard appeared before Lu Yuan.
The old man's form was illusory, clearly condensed by the Heaven and Earth Laws.
His skin was dark and his back hunched, looking no different from an old peasant who had long worked in the fields.
