Surprisingly, the old face shook its head in disapproval and said, “What does this have to do with me?”

What?

Kucha was stunned.

The old face continued, “I am about to die. From the moment I awakened, my vitality has been declining, and going into battle will only accelerate that process. I still want to live a bit longer, so all I am going to die is sit here until I die.”

Kucha said hurriedly, “But Ancestor, the Beasts are about to be wiped out.”

“What does that have to do with me? I would have already killed if you were the bastard that woke me up,” the old face said calmly. It seemed that it was about to ignore him.

Kucha had never expected that this Ancestor would completely ignore its progeny. Upon further reflection, however, he realized no one had ever made it a rule that Ancestors needed to come to their descendants’ aid.

The Shining Dragon may have been willing to do so, but that didn’t mean that other Origin Beasts would.

Hadn’t the Blood Ancestor delegated the matter to the Barbaric Ancestor?

But what if the Barbaric Ancestor refused as well?

Awakening the Barbaric Ancestor would inevitably lead to its death. If the Barbaric Ancestor was unhappy with that......

Kucha couldn’t help but shiver when he heard the old face’s...