As the azure mist surged in more and more, the rigidity and emptiness in the gigantic face would lessen bit by bit.
In its place, the vitality on the face would grow stronger, and the emotional fluctuations between the brows would become more full and flexible.
Yet it still fell short by a little.
Even if all the azure smoke was completely absorbed, there still seemed to be an indescribable falsehood.
However, this giant face didn't care whether its smile was genuine or fake, only adapting to such emotions.
"True Ancestor."
The will of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor manifesting here was exceedingly respectful, all bowing piously to the giant face, trembling with fear, even with other Primordial Ancestors' wills descending, all waiting for the latter's reprimand.
This time, although they acted immediately, even awakening from dormancy early, they were still a step too late.
