Erosion Sun Rain looked at the figure in the high heavens that devoured the Heavenly Fate, a complex shimmer flickering in his eyes, but more so a nearly fervent delight.
He was the first to kneel on one knee, his head bowed deeply, blood-colored long spear placed horizontally before him, speaking in a deep voice:
"Subordinate was unable to stop the enemy, carelessly allowing Fu Pinglan to escape, leaving behind future troubles, I come to seek forgiveness from Ancestral Dao."
The remaining eleven Ancient Ancestors, regardless of the severity of their injuries, followed suit and kneeled silently like mountains, quietly waiting for Chu Zheng, who was transforming upon the Heavenly Dome, to speak.
In the Heavenly Dome, the invisible Heavenly Fate gradually retracted.
Chu Zheng, like a parched desert meeting sweet rain, akin to a great snake on the verge of becoming a dragon, frantically absorbing nutrients on the edge of transformation.
