The ghost ancestor’s true body retreated well into the polluted zone of the chaos, its laughing and crying expression flickering uncertainly.

It’d been the three-eyed man who’d personally crafted the plan for the demise of the Creation sacred prince. However, he was now missing and the Creation sacred prince here instead. Not only that, but the prince was in residence at Mount Buzhou and protecting the foundation of the worlds.

With such a powerhouse holding down the fort, even a dozen sovereigns wouldn’t be able to take the mountain. That the Creation sacred prince hadn’t erupted in an all out slaughter and smashed the ghost ancestor to death was only due to wariness of the latter’s patron.

If the ghost ancestor died, then its backer would throw all caution to the wind. Things would truly become dangerous if...