"Name?"
Beyond the rift in the Time Realm, atop the phantom crown of the ancient japonicum, a hesitant voice emanates from that indistinct human face.
For the word unexpectedly uttered by the Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor's first reaction is that it wasn't as straightforward as it seemed on the surface.
The battle situation on Lingyu Mountain, the Third Ancestor sees all.
Even though the Time Realm Rift and Central Region are more than a hundred thousand miles apart, the three of them have not yet fully infiltrated the Shengshen Continent.
Yet each has their own means, each can focus on the frontline battlefield.
"Indeed, name..."
Inside the coffin beneath the tower, the voice of the Demon Ancestor is equally strange.
Earlier, upon seeing Xu Xiaoshou on the river of time, he thought that the name, having passed through various phases over the generations, should have landed on that young man.
