"Revenge? What do you mean by that?!"
The old man with vines growing on his head trembled upon hearing this.
Wang Xiao said calmly,
"You've been guarding this place for so many years. You should know the answer by now."
A sad look appeared in the old man's eyes.
"The... the Ancestor... is he really dead?!"
Wang Xiao said,
"As long as one has not transcended the river of Time, then even the gods will die sooner or later!"
"Otherwise, why would the gods fight so viciously over the Door of All Marvels Fragments?!"
Although the old man knew his ancestor's fate was likely grim, he still couldn't help but weep bitter tears upon hearing Wang Xiao's words.
"Ancestor, oh, Ancestor... Back then, it was to protect our people that the Ancestor was ambushed and betrayed by those gods."
"It is the turn of the times, the will of fate. The calamity of the Three Realms and Six Dao was long overdue. Perhaps Heaven could no longer stand the filth in the world and wishes to cleanse it anew!"
