The more terrifying an existence, the more ancient it is.
The older an existence, naturally the more it can see Xie Tian's past life.
Like the Coffin Ancestor, who sees Indra as a foolish little ant, it reminds him of some bad memories, so the servant who comes to the door instantly becomes an unwelcome guest.
Fortunately, the unwelcome guest was not the little demon of the past, truly capable of pushing 'doing whatever one pleases' to the limit...
Even so, he could only utter a polite phrase, gently sending the guest out.
The Ancestor dares to use his own dragon head to guarantee that the worried Indra, fearing the little demon might return, is definitely fleeing with all his might through the seas of slaughter.
"The world has changed, but people haven't…"
He sighed, and the five-foot illusory golden dragon quietly disappeared.
Because Xie Tian's consciousness had begun to slowly recover.
