The Taotie was as colossal as a mountain.
Humans were like ants.
Descending from the beast's mouth, Qin Mo and the others felt as though they had entered a new world.
Although the breathtaking scene of the beginning of the world was blocked, inside the Taotie's body, it was deathly silent, a silence that was bone-chilling.
This Taotie, comparable to the Dao Ancestor, had been dead for countless ages, devoid of vitality, yet it still exuded a suffocating aura, forcing the four to activate the protective treasures bestowed by their sect to be able to talk and laugh.
"One of the ancient eight desolate beasts, the Taotie is indeed extraordinary!"
Beyond shock in Qin Mo's eyes was admiration.
The two junior disciples quickly echoed, "According to Senior Brother's words, this Taotie is merely comparable to the Dao Ancestor, yet it possesses such majesty. One dares not imagine how terrifying the very first Taotie that opened the heavens must have been!"
