Suddenly.
The eerie figure of an old man appeared within the Tao Palace.
Right in front of Ming Jie.
Suddenly, Ming Jie was taken aback.
"Ancestor, Ancestor, save me..." Ming Jie knelt on the ground, pleading, even heavily banging his head.
"The Ming Clan is a cursed race."
The old man stared coldly at Ming Jie, speaking slowly:
"To lift the curse, our Ming Clan requires a terrifying amount of civilization origins."
"But our Ming Clan's strength is not enough to seize a civilization's origins, so we can only use some sneaky methods to steal them."
"The Chang Civilization is relatively weak. Millions of years ago, the Ming Clan targeted the Chang Civilization. Yet, to ensure absolute safety, even when dealing with the weak Chang Civilization, we had to be extremely cautious."
"Back then, we old ancestors decided to only steal the origins of the Great Thousand Worlds under the Chang Civilization, without touching the origins of the Chaotic Domain."
