Xu Qing stared silently at the old Daoist before him, his heart filled with emotion. He could hardly believe that the Human Race Taoist Ancestor, who once stood at the very pinnacle of the Sea of Chaos, was now trapped here for endless ages.
This once again illustrated the principle that there were always new heights to reach and always someone stronger.
The Human Race Taoist Ancestor.
In his era, in his time.
He was a being who stood at the absolute apex, unrivaled by any. He had even managed to forcibly break through the final Chaos Great Tribulation and barge his way onto the Only True Path before it was officially opened.
However, what greeted the Taoist Ancestor was not the path to the Unique True Realm, but an eternity of imprisonment. Without having stepped into the Tenth Realm, he was forcibly confined to this room of less than one hundred square meters.
And just like that, he had waited for endless ages.
HUUUH…
