The Memory Path of the Dao Ancestor inherently possesses the ability to secretly accumulate, unnoticed by others.
Damn it!
You truly deserve to die!
My Life Medicine Pool was stolen, yet the Dao Ancestor secretly amassed such wealth; how could this not make one envious?
It's fine not to compare, but once compared, the burning jealousy in the Medicine Ancestor's eyes almost burst forth.
"So what if it's a Celestial Crystal?"
"External objects cannot save you; I want you dead today, and no one can save you!"
As the Medicine Ancestor retreated, he bit his fingertip, dipped his finger in blood, and drew a life-size talisman paper in the air, ready to infuse it with power.
However, before he could continue the action.
A Divine Puppet crafted entirely from Celestial Crystal emerged from the Sea of Memory, its eyes suddenly glowing with golden light.
Without moving its lips, a mechanical, hoarse, indifferent voice sounded from within its body.
"Zero, activate!"
