The Ancestors looked on with a serious expression. It had been a long time since the Time and Space Immortal God had made a move.
"Master!" The First White Mother called out in horror.
How could she not know the kind of state that her master was in? It seemed simple to push himself back to his prime state like this, but there was most definitely a price to pay. Which of them wasn't aware of the fact that Abraxus was reaching the end of his lifespan?
However, despite knowing this, they didn't dare to move rashly.
Abraxus took another step, his aura growing to another level. He was a man of normal height, yet in this moment, he felt like a towering mountain to them, a man with status so impossibly high that they could only look up toward him.
By his third step, his wrinkles had completely faded.
The Abraxus in the prime of his youth was a man whose looks didn't lose out to Dyon or the angel Godefray.
