Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

The others sat in their respective seats, eyes downcast, none of them intending to speak. Huan Zu was known for his sharp tongue, and they weren't about to provoke him.

But their silence doesn't mean that the Phantom Ancestor will shut up.

Her gaze shifted to the Poison Ancestor in the corner, her tone tinged with interest as she scrutinized him: "Twelfth Brother, your nose seems to be working much better now? And why are you talking less? Is it... because you're scared of being beaten?"

Poison Ancestor shrank back, not daring to reply.

Huanzu didn't care and turned to Guangzu, his tone still light: "Fourth brother, your way of running away is really not cool."

Guangzu frowned, his fingers lightly pressing on the armrest, but he didn't reply.

Huan Zu then looked at An Zu, as if he had suddenly remembered something interesting: "Fifth Brother, you still like to hide behind the scenes and scheme against people. It's a pity your judgment was too poor this time; you stabbed your own people with a dagger."

Anzu paused for a moment, his fingertips tightening slightly.

Illusion Ancestor showed no sign of stopping, his gaze sweeping over Thunder Ancestor and Wind Ancestor in turn: "Sixth Brother, you martial arts idiot, do you think you're invincible? You actually dared to take the opponent's moves head-on. Eleventh Brother, stop showing off, you're not cool at all."

Lei Zu remained calm, pretending not to hear. Feng Zu slightly averted his gaze, focusing on the direction of the palace entrance, pretending to be looking elsewhere.

Dark Ancestor finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice suddenly rising: "Enough! Tenth Brother, are you ever going to stop? If you don't want to help, then leave!"

Illusion Ancestor wasn't afraid at all. He slowly walked up to Dark Ancestor, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a voice that was still ethereal but carried a hint of profound meaning: "Fifth Brother, don't think that we don't know what you've been doing in secret..."

Anzu's expression suddenly changed, his lips moved, but he didn't dare to retort.

The Devouring Ancestor spoke at the opportune moment, his voice not loud, but just enough to interrupt the Illusion Ancestor's rhythm: "Tenth Brother, stop talking. Sit down first, it's been hundreds of millions of years since we last met."

Huan Zu thought for a moment, then looked away, his tone returning to its previous casualness: "There's no need for us to sit. Let's go back to the other courtyard. If you find Seventh or Eighth Brother, you can come find us anytime."

After saying that, she turned and walked out of the hall, the hem of her colorful gauze dress swaying gently.

The Progenitor of Death followed silently behind her, not uttering a single superfluous word, the edge of his black robe casting a very faint shadow on the ground.

After the palace doors closed again, Kong Zu leaned back in his chair with a grim expression: "Ninth and Tenth Brothers, you didn't help at all, and instead you made us angry."

The Devouring Ancestor coughed lightly, steer the conversation back on track: "Alright, let's think about what to do next."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

After a long silence, Kong Zu finally spoke: "With our current manpower, we are no match for Lin Chen. We can only temporarily retreat. With the divine realm's formation in place, he shouldn't dare to come anytime soon."

After saying this, he felt ashamed. The dignified progenitor of the divine race had to rely on formations to ensure safety. Saying this was a failure in itself.

Everyone fell silent, their faces displaying a variety of expressions.

Poison Ancestor sat in the corner, remaining silent.

His business empire has completely collapsed. Without the awe-inspiring power of the gods, those merchant guilds and races that once treated him with utmost respect are now unwilling to even reply to his letters.

His system, which operates on deterrence, is collapsing in large parts after it loses its deterrent power.

The Devouring Ancestor was also silent, but his silence was more profound than that of the Poison Ancestor.

His Protoss army is shrinking across the board, with his annual currency reduced by 80%. Every star system that chooses to shrink is cutting off his source of income.

Guangzu opened his mouth, but finally spoke: "Second brother, how about... you go and beg the eldest brother again?"

Anzu's expression was grim, and he added, "I'll go with you. I have a way to persuade him."

The Devouring Ancestor looked up at her, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of probing in his eyes: "You really can persuade him?"

Anzu nodded, his tone calm and unwavering: "I'm very confident."

The Devouring Ancestor stared at her for a few moments, then finally loosened his fist under the table, as if he had made a decision.

He stood up, his gaze falling on Dark Ancestor: "When are we going?"

Dark Ancestor replied, "Now."

The Devouring Ancestor nodded slightly, and without further hesitation, stepped out of the hall, with the Dark Ancestor following behind him.

The two passed through the central region of the ancestral star, traversing layers upon layers of restrictions and formations.

The moment they stepped through the final barrier, the previously dim light suddenly brightened, and a towering tree appeared in their field of vision, its canopy obscuring the entire sky.

Like the Purple Spirit, its trunk shimmered with countless purple rays of light, but it was even larger than the Purple Spirit's true form, as if the starry sky were merely gaps between its branches and leaves.

The two continued deeper along the thick branches of the World Tree, stopping in front of a cave in front of a giant root, and bowed slightly: "Boss."

After a long while, a deep voice came from the depths of the cave, tinged with displeasure: "Second brother, why are you here again? Didn't I tell you, I won't interfere in your affairs?"

Standing behind the Devouring Ancestor, Dark Ancestor took over the conversation, his voice steady yet crisp: "Boss, I have a way to escape this prison."

As these words were spoken, the air inside the cave seemed to grow heavier.

The Devouring Ancestor turned his head and looked at the Dark Ancestor with shock. Was this the method the Dark Ancestor had mentioned?

The depths of the grotto fell silent, offering no immediate response.

Heavy footsteps suddenly came from deep within the cave, and the ground shook.

A moment later, a figure appeared at the cave entrance.

This was a burly middle-aged man, nearly half again as tall as the average god, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Standing there, he resembled a cliff with its edges sheared off, steady and imposing.

He had a strong face, high brow bones, and a calm gaze that carried an invisible sense of pressure.

His gaze fell on Dark Ancestor: "Speak."

Dark Ancestor didn't beat around the bush, his tone calm: "When you went out last time, the extraterrestrial powerhouse who attacked the World Tree had a treasure called the Boundary-Breaking Pearl. He used this to cross the cosmic barrier and enter our world."

"I've learned that this universe has a natural suppression effect on him, preventing him from unleashing his full power. As long as he remains in our starry sky, we have a chance to capture him."

She paused for a moment: "As long as we get the Boundary-Breaking Pearl from him, we can leave this prison."

Li Zu stood at the edge of the cave entrance, remained silent for a moment, and scrutinized An Zu with his gaze: "How did you know?"

Anzu didn't hide anything, his tone calm: "This man is lecherous. I used the beauties of the clan as bait, letting them extract information while they were enjoying their company. This information leaked out from those gaps."

Li Zu frowned slightly: "Is it reliable?"

Anzu frowned slightly: "I think it's reliable. Otherwise, there's no way to explain how he got in."

Li Zu shook his head: "Not necessarily. Maybe he's fishing, deliberately letting you hear him. There's always another way in; otherwise, how did Jing Yu get here back then?"

Upon hearing the name "Jingyu," Anzu's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

“However,” Li Zu withdrew his gaze, “he definitely knows a way out. I can go and meet him.”