Chapter 133 is about the Ancestor.

His cloudy eyes flashed with struggle and doubt. He stared at the dark army in the sky.

It wasn't right.

It was too wrong.

"Could it be... that the God Lord has made friends with a peerless expert outside? Is this Youth in White, Your Excellency, an honored guest invited by the God Lord to discuss an alliance?"

Right.

It must be that.

The Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan was strong, but not invincible.

If the God Lord could bring in an ally with Divine Venerable Realm cultivation and a God Emperor Dao Rhyme protecting the Dao, they would soar.

The Old Elder took a deep breath and sent a message via Divine Sense to the younger generation, trying to steady them.

"Everyone, don't panic. Perhaps... this is an honored guest invited by the God Lord for our clan. This Youth in White, Your Excellency, has come to form an alliance with us."

Just as the message was sent, a young Elder interrupted:

"Old... Old Elder, don't be too happy yet... Look at the God Lord's expression... He seems to be... trembling?"

"Trembling?"

The Old Elder's face stiffened.

He focused his vision, looking past the interwoven imperial power in the Void Realm, staring fixedly at their own God Lord standing at the edge of the five God Lords—Tushan Tian.

At this sight,

his heart turned cold.

The usually imposing Tushan Tian was now pale.

Fine cold sweat on his forehead formed streams, and his straight back was slightly hunched.

In that state, there was not a trace of the composure of a "guiding honored guest."

He looked clearly like a terrified stray dog facing imminent disaster.

"And..."

another Elder lying on the ground noticed too.

"The position he is standing in... is at the very back. If it were an honored guest, the God Lord should be walking at the front to lead the way. But now, he looks like a prisoner being escorted, blocked at the very back by those few God Lords."

As soon as this was said, the faces of the surrounding Elders turned pale.

The Old Elder's face froze completely.

He opened his mouth to refute, to scold the younger generation for shaking morale.

But looking at his own God Lord, who was so humble he didn't even dare to lift his head, he himself saw that something was wrong.

In the silence, the division and dispute among the Fox Clan Elders intensified.

"The God Lord must have reached an ancient alliance of mutual benefit with this Your Excellency!"

An old-fashioned Elder gritted his teeth, "Alliance? Bullshit!"

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! Is that the attitude of a God Lord treating the hope of the Family? It's clearly like holding a hot potato, terrified of displeasing that Youth in White, Your Excellency!"

"The more I look, the more it looks like an escort... This is an army at the city gates! If it were an alliance, why would they display an intent to exterminate the clan?"

"You... you are spreading demonic words! Shaking the Foundation of our clan!"

"Foundation? If you don't see reality, the Foundation will be uprooted by someone today!"

The two factions of Elders were furiously arguing via Divine Sense under the pressure.

The area in front of the ancestral hall, usually solemn and grave, was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Just as the argument continued—

Tushan Tian, kneeling at the very back of the formation in the Void Realm, could finally take it no more.

He heard the Elders' unmasked Divine Sense transmissions clearly.

Listening to this group of pig-like teammates bickering about "alliance" versus "escort," he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

These idiots.

What time is it, and they still have the heart to argue?

Didn't they see that he, this seat, didn't even dare to breathe up here? Didn't they see who was standing in front of him?

That was a ruthless person who could casually toss out a heaven-reaching tower and destroy a God Lord of the Demon Clan with a flick of his finger. Behind that Youth in White stood the Divine Sense Incarnations of two God Emperor experts.

With such a lineup, if the other party moved a finger, the entire Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan would turn into dust in history in an instant.

Yet these old guys were still dreaming of "alliance and revival."

Tushan Tian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He wanted to rush down and crack their skulls open one by one.

But he didn't dare.

Gu Heng was standing in front, looking down, seemingly deep in thought.

Dilemma.

Tushan Tian didn't dare to make a sound, only able to frantically signal the Elders below.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head desperately.

He widened his fox eyes until they were bigger than copper bells, eyeballs shifting left and right, eyelids twitching like he had a spasm.

His head swayed slightly from side to side.

"God Lord, what are you..."

Below, Old Elder Tushan Xuan noticed.

He frowned, his face twitching, probing with Divine Sense:

"God Lord... is this a hint to us? Could it be that this Your Excellency's status is unimaginably high, and the God Lord is asking us to... perform our clan's oldest, most solemn ritual?"

"No!"

An Elder beside him retorted: "He is shaking his head. He is desperately shaking his head at us. The meaning is clearly—'Things are not what you think, absolutely do not act rashly'."

The Old Elder's face sank: "Then what does it mean? You tell me!"

"How would I know! You ask yourself!"

"You..."

Tushan Xuan was furious.

In the Void Realm, Tushan Tian watched as these pig-like teammates not only failed to understand his meaning but argued even more fiercely because of his signals.

His vision went black, blood surged in his chest, and he was really about to vomit blood.

Heavens.

My Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan has been inherited for countless epochs; how can this generation of Elders be full of such idiots?

He wanted them to kneel. To surrender honestly, not to be stubborn.

But these old guys were still playing guessing games.

Tushan Tian wanted to rush over and explain personally, wanting to pin them all down. But looking at Gu Heng's back, his knees were like nails in the Void Realm, and he didn't even have the courage to move half an inch.

Moving wasn't right, staying wasn't right.

Finally—

Tushan Tian couldn't take it anymore.

If he let this group of pig-like teammates continue guessing blindly, and later some idiot had a lapse in judgment and said something offensive to the Master, the whole clan would be done for.

To preserve the race... so be it!

Tushan Tian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and turned around abruptly.

In the horrified eyes of the dozen Elders below, this usually high-and-mighty Nine-Tailed God Lord suddenly knelt towards Gu Heng.

"Bang!"

The sound of the Void Realm shattering exploded over the silent ancestral land.

Tushan Tian knelt on one knee, his voice like thunder,

"Master—!!"

In an instant,

the whole place was deathly silent.

In front of the great hall, those dozen Elders who were just furiously arguing via Divine Sense stopped abruptly.

They opened their mouths.

Their cloudy eyes flashed with absurdity and disbelief.

Master... Master?

What did they hear?

The God Lord of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan, the Peak of the God Lord Realm, Tushan Tian, who stood at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, actually knelt to a Youth in White of unknown Origin and called him "Master"?

This must be a dream.

Right.

It must be an illusion.

However,

Tushan Tian's humble voice still echoed in their ears:

"Master, please calm your anger! This subordinate has failed in discipline, causing these clansmen to live in a remote place and not recognize your heavenly might! If there is any offense to Master, this subordinate is willing to die to apologize, and take full responsibility!"

Tushan Tian pressed against the Void Realm, not daring to lift his head.

"Please rest assured, Master, all of this... will be handled by this subordinate! This subordinate will definitely give Master a satisfactory explanation!"

After speaking,

Tushan Tian suddenly raised his head.

When he turned to look at the group of Elders who were still stunned below, the flattery and humility on his face vanished.

Replacing it was the overwhelming majesty of a Peak God Lord Realm expert.

"Are you all deaf?!"

Tushan Tian looked at the dozen Elders below and roared:

"Kneel! Call him Master!!"

This roar contained all of Tushan Tian's Divine Power and Law, exploding over the ancestral land.

The sound waves shook the surrounding peach blossom forest into powder, with pink dust dancing in the sky.

In front of the great hall,

the Elders' eardrums ached, and their Divine Souls were shaken.

They finally reacted from the shock. But the doubt and fear in their hearts grew thicker.

"God... God Lord? What are you..."

"Have you been controlled by evil arts? Our clan's Ancestor is still here, how can you be so servile to a Human Race?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A young Elder screamed hysterically: "Our clan's God Lord, a dignified Peak God Lord Realm expert, revered by ten thousand demons, how could you recognize a... a..."

He said "a" for a long time, facing Gu Heng's thoughtful gaze in the Void Realm, and ultimately didn't dare to say the words that followed.

In their eyes, Tushan Tian's actions were trampling the dignity of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan of tens of thousands of years underfoot.

Old Elder Tushan Xuan frowned tightly. A complex light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He didn't immediately speak to agree, but stared at Tushan Tian in mid-air for several breaths.

With tens of thousands of years of experience and perception at the half-step Divine Venerable Realm, he did not find any fluctuations of Divine Soul control or illusion on Tushan Tian.

Tushan Tian's Divine Soul Origin was extremely stable, and his Divine Power flowed smoothly.

What did this mean?

It meant he was clear-headed, and he was voluntary.

The Old Elder took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "God Lord, do... do you recognize this old man?"

In mid-air,

Tushan Tian looked at this group of pig-like teammates who were still questioning him, his teeth chattering.

He took a deep breath and squeezed words through his teeth: "This seat is Tushan Tian, the 72nd generation God Lord of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan. I inherited the throne 30,000 years ago, and at the succession ceremony, it was you, Tushan Xuan, who personally draped the God Lord's fox fur over me."

"What? Do you need this seat to report my birth date and every Divine Ability I have practiced in my life to you word for word!?"

The voice echoed in the silent square.

All the Elders opened their mouths, unable to spit out a word.

The God Lord... is clear-headed.

His memory is complete. His mind is clear. He even remembers things from tens of thousands of years ago.

He really, willingly, recognized this youth holding the small tower as his Master.

Tushan Tian closed his eyes and opened them abruptly.

"Now, shut your mouths. Kneel."

"Don't force this seat to clean up the house personally."

Old Elder Tushan Xuan looked at the almost crazy expression of Tushan Tian in the Void Realm, then looked at the two existences beside Gu Heng who were indifferent and carried the God Emperor Dao Rhyme.

The fire in his heart called "dignity" was completely extinguished in the face of reality.

He knew that Tushan Tian was saving them.

Saving the entire Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan in this most humiliating way.

"Sigh..."

A helpless sigh sounded.

This Grand Elder with the most seniority in the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan raised his head with difficulty and said with a trembling voice,

"Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan, Grand Elder Tushan Xuan... pays respects to the Master."

Following the Old Elder, the dozen Elders behind him also spoke with difficulty.

"Pay respects to the Master!"

"Pay respects to the Master!"

"..."

Thousands of shouts gathered together. With humiliation and the desire for survival, it echoed for a long time over the ancestral land.

Tushan Tian saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around, knelt again in the Void Realm, and kowtowed to Gu Heng,

"Master, the clan Elders are already willing to submit. All faults lie with this subordinate alone, please Master punish me!"

Gu Heng looked at the high-level members of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan kneeling on the ground, nodded slightly, and was about to say something.

Suddenly—

"Rumble—!!!"

In the deepest part of the Nine-Tailed White Fox Clan's ancestral land.

Red light bloomed from the Ancestor's mausoleum.

The earth tore apart, and a crimson pillar of light shot straight into the sky.

A rotten, yet powerful Divine Venerable Realm aura awakened suddenly at this moment.

Ecstatic colors burst into the eyes of all the Elders,

"Great! It's the Ancestor!"

"Hahahaha! The Ancestor has awakened!"

"Welcome the Ancestor out of seclusion! Please, Ancestor, preside over the Heavenly Dao and restore our clan's dignity!"