C1052 The Calamity of the Sovereign Era

"Junior, does the Holy Ancestor still walk among us?"

A voice, weathered by time, emerged from the enveloping darkness, its owner—the master of the enigmatic black hand—seemingly uninterested in launching another attack.

"I'm not sure who you're referring to as the Holy Ancestor," Luo Xiu replied, his guard up. The adversary was shrouded in shadow, eluding even his keen senses