This statement surprised Mu Changqing not at all.
He indeed did not recognize the creature whose colossal form was terrifying.
And the old friend it spoke of was clearly the Burial of the Heavens Bead.
"If it were you, it's not strange at all to be able to step into the Ancestral Origin. The great war from countless eons ago has not ended; it should continue."
The colossal figure shook its body, appearing stiff as if it hadn't moved for too long.
Following this, it slowly rose, suspended between the sun and moon.
The so-called sun and moon were not the celestial bodies recognized by ordinary people, but the most ancient and primordial sun and moon from the origin of all realms.
All the realms that exist are merely its projections.
And pitifully small.
The blood-colored figure stood between the sun and moon, with boundless crimson radiance behind it transforming into a rolling cape, traversing heaven and earth, exuding unparalleled dominance and terror.
Vaguely, mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared behind it, the most terrifying ancestral land of gods and demons, representing the genesis of all demons, with the creation myths of demons in all realms originating from this place.
In addition to the surging blood mist emanating naturally from its body, there was an even more terrifying and resplendent dark aura, vast beyond description.
Astonishing beams of light occasionally shot up into the sky, sweeping away the gray mist.
"Ancestral God Demon, one of the seven great Ancestral Gods, the creator of all conscious beings in all realms."
Without needing to deduce, Mu Changqing now naturally knew the name of the being before him.
The Ancestral God Demon, hearing this, looked down at Mu Changqing's normal form, as insignificant as dust. Even the slightest sway of its hair interwoven with supreme, ultimate order rules, emitted a blinding light that tore through the gray firmament.
Every action it took was an evolution of eras, propelling the flow of time forward.
Then, it uttered a sound filled with immeasurable authority and grandeur, reverberating between heaven and earth.
"It is I. Have you forgotten my name? That's right, you are not it; you merely control it, become it, yet you have lost the memories of it. It... is not complete."
The Ancestral God Demon's words were utterly unreserved.
Nor did it fear Mu Changqing learning the secrets of the Burial of the Heavens Bead.
As its voice fell, the Ancestral God Demon's terrifying eyes showed a complex look of nostalgia, reflecting scenes of the past.
Yet, even as it merely stood in the sky, its body motionless, it was still evolving eras and time, exuding a terrifying pressure that ordinary beings could hardly comprehend.
The entire gray land seemed to sink under its unrestrained pressure.
The strange races that Mu Changqing had casually annihilated were recreated within its thoughts.
Blood qi surged immensely, a single trace of which could fill billions of universes.
"Yes, you are not it? However... you seem more interesting, more powerful than it existing alone."
The Ancestral God Demon's brief recollection might have spanned billions of years.
To describe beings at this level with time, space, and all conceivable words was an insult to them.
For these things were created by them; it could speak of eons, and a moment could be an eon.
It could speak of boundless space, and you would never be able to cross it.
It could speak of eternal reincarnation, and you would be eternally immortal, undying and unkillable, impossible to bury by heaven or overturn by earth.
It could instantly grant you the cultivation of an supreme Immortal Emperor, and instantly reduce your overwhelming cultivation to that of a mortal.
This was the terrifying power of the creators of origin, who controlled all that is known and unknown with a single thought.
The so-called controllers of the Primordial Chaos, the eternally undying, the supreme divine lords, were but illusory titles.
At this moment, behind the Ancestral God Demon, a phantom scroll was depicted.
There, a blurred figure evolved from the Burial of the Heavens Bead, with a purple bead shadow above its head, facing seven terrifying figures alone.
Merely the reflected phantom image could affect the present time and space, tearing apart the darkness above the entire gray land and sweeping away the dense origin energy.
Mu Changqing's demonic eyes blazed, like lotuses of creation, sending ripples outward.
Under the shroud of purple mist, this world transformed into a rolling mist realm, rendering vision impossible.
Within the dense fog, a light snort echoed, as if a new great era was emerging, replacing the gray ancestral origin.
The dense fog gradually dispersed, and between heaven and earth, a colossal figure stepped out, surrounded by vast purple mist, its surging blood qi reflecting boundless celestial phenomena.
Various immeasurable rays of light scattered, tearing apart countless great universes evolved by the supreme aura of the two.
Mu Changqing remained silent, slowly raising his gaze to meet the terrifying eyes of the Ancestral God Demon, everything unspoken.
At this moment, Mu Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, and strands of forbidden purple patterns on his black hair projected a brilliant, dazzling radiance along the dense strands.
Purple lightning erupted from his eyes, making the gray space unbearable, constantly shattering and then healing.
Standing between heaven and earth, the longitudinal and latitudinal purple patterns flickered with a dim light, transforming into a terrifying long sword that fell into Mu Changqing's hand.
That overbearing, unparalleled aura was no less than that of the Ancestral God Demon. In the deathly still great world, the origin resonated, echoing in the lands of all sentient beings.
The Ancestral God Demon looked up, revealing a satisfied smile, and slowly extended its right hand.
At the end of the horizon, the gray ocean trembled, and then great waves struck the sky, sweeping in the morning and evening glow. A great universe was enveloped by an endless blood-red moon, burning spontaneously in a bizarre manner, incinerating the universe and melting into streaks of scorching liquid.
As the two converged, immeasurable divine radiance enveloped them, evolving into a peerless ancestral weapon.
"Let me think... now it should be appropriate to call you Mu Changqing. Everlasting Evergreen, a good name."
As the Ancestral God Demon spoke casually, behind it, the ancestral weapon, evolved from the melted universes and the merged morning and evening glow, fully manifested.
It was an extremely terrifying scarlet great axe, exuding the supreme divine power to suppress countless epochs.
The scarlet great axe slowly descended, falling into the Ancestral God Demon's hand.
That supreme ancestral weapon was too terrifying; the slightest killing intent leaked from it inadvertently.
It was evolving the light and darkness of the world, the rise and fall of all things, everlasting green, brilliance and withering... all of it was reflected in the celestial phenomena it evolved.
The sharp axe gleamed, tearing through eternal darkness, carrying the phantom images of the great enemies it had slain, and emanating endless killing intent towards Mu Changqing.
"Thank you for the compliment. In return, I will send you to eternal silence."
Mu Changqing held his sword in his right hand, his left hand behind his back, his gaze calmly meeting the Ancestral God Demon's.
He understood that beings at this level possessed invincible confidence and would not believe they would fail.
As the creators of origin, who would believe they would be defeated by a successor?
Therefore, without supreme confidence, the confidence to suppress all successors, he would not be worthy of being a supreme Ancestral God.
"Hahahaha, good, very good. It's been too long since I've heard these words. Mu Changqing, do you know that since that great war, we have been slumbering for an unknown number of eons, and no successor has been able to cross the ancient gray, descending into the gray ancestral origin."
"Therefore, your appearance brings me great joy. I have slumbered for too, too long, and I have anticipated your return for too long. If you can bury me, I will have no regrets."