In that secret and vast world of Mt. Leiting, on the endless prairie, the Thunder Ancestor sat on the ground, leisurely observing a segment of golden finger bone.
"Hmm?"
The Thunder Ancestor sensed that the monarchs were coming to pay their respects.
"What's going on?" With a single thought, the Thunder Ancestor immediately traced the causality and the traces of time and space. Soon, he understood the conflict that had taken place within the Heavenly Pillar Realm.
"Good, Galaxy!" The Thunder Ancestor roared in anger, "I have already given him face, chastising the White Demon and Lan Duo! Yet, he remains dissatisfied, even acting personally—he utterly disregards me."
The Thunder Ancestor was furious!
Outside the Source World, crises lurked everywhere, with countless strong figures. The Thunder Ancestor had to be careful, extremely cautious, fearing the stir of major trouble.
