There was a hand floating in the sky. It was the home of the Wang family.

Wang Si's eyes cracked open. They were filled with a powerful fear and disbelief. "Throughout all of time, only very rarely has the Mother Tree ever reacted. He has to die! That child must be eliminated! If he is not killed, we will face a calamity!"

She quickly looked up and dropped to her knees. "Ancestor, my Wang family cannot be destroyed by this child! Ancestor…"

Bai Teng was the master of the Celestial Frost Sect, and his eyes turned vicious as he looked at the overlapping images. “He truly is a genius if he is able to make the Mother Tree tremble and cause space to overlap so that his image appears here from that place. Unfortunately for him, he cannot be allowed to live. Our Progenitor has decided to take care of this matter himself, and when he goes to the Forsaken Land, no one can save you! The more impressive and talented you are, the sooner you will die! Shaohong will soon be avenged."

At this time, a pair of eyes appeared behind Lu Yin. They were cloudy eyes that clearly belonged to an old man, but they also contained an unmatched dignity.

The appearance of these eyes caused Bai Teng's pupils to shrink—a Progenitor?

Wang Si, Long Ke, and everyone else in the Perennial World who was looking at this scene felt similarly shocked. Only a Progenitor could cause them to feel such pressure. Was there a Progenitor supporting...