Human Court, Raizen.
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
A group of Emperor Ranks kneeled in front of a throne and shouted.
Sitting atop the throne was a man in loose blue daoist robes, possessing an authoritative expression on his face as his long white beard flowed along with the light breeze.
"Ancestor, we've been troubled by every single race. From the Devils to the Witches… there's pressure from all sides," a kneeling official stated.
"Everyone thought that we lost our Supreme Rank and were preparing to attack us."
"Ancestor, so many of ours have died. Our mortal population is the lowest it had been in a million years. Many immortals have died too."
"Ancestor, we dare not ask, but you must enlighten us about your whereabouts. The Demon Queen had rampaged in the continent unhindered without you here."
