Whether or not they are ancestors has nothing to do with him; he was just doing it as a favor to Zhan Tian.
Zhan Tian nodded in satisfaction, then infused nine streams of spiritual power into the stone pillars.
Suddenly, the entire room dimmed, and one by one, points of light appeared in midair.
Familiar numbers and unfamiliar names.
"So many!"
Chen Xuan looked at the flickering numbers, there were at least dozens.
"Alas!"
At this moment, Zhan Tian sighed, "More and more lower realms are being obliterated."
But at this time, Chen Xuan, how could he care about him?
"Boom!"
Streams of spiritual power emerged, sensing these dozens of flickering points of light.
"No..."
"No...."
...
Afraid of making a mistake in sensing, he checked each one several times.
Zhan Tian, standing to the side, looked at him suspiciously; he was looking for an obliterated lower realm.
"Could it be that someone around him came from a lower realm?"
He speculated in his heart.
"Impossible!"
