The Martial Ancestor was straightforward and direct, crushing everything in his path, smashing the Supreme Ancestor God with his bare hands, breaking through the mush of his shattered body, a display of overwhelming divine might.
He stood silently in the void, his black hair moving without wind, naturally spreading over his shoulders and back, his eyes sharp as lightning, his tall and sturdy body appearing even more imposing.
A low roar erupted from an eternal unknown place, the Supreme Ancestor God, obliterated into the unseen, swiftly reconstituted his true body, refusing to be so easily slain.
For how many years, he had almost forgotten the taste of having his body shattered, looking down upon all beings from high above, an existence nearly invincible, yet today, he found himself in such a disheveled state, igniting waves of dark emotions within his cold and indifferent heart.
