Talking about Zenith Heaven

Common People Heavens.

The hall was deathly silent.

Cangtian sat at the head of the table, but his posture was no longer as relaxed as before. He was currently enduring his injuries.

"What kind of power… can't be recovered…"

Cangtian was frightened, but at the same time, he rejoiced.

If the Dao Ancestor really wanted to kill him, he felt that he might really die in his hands.

He understood why the Dao Ancestor did not chase after him. It was because he wanted him to warn the existence behind him.

"Father, the Immortal Dao…"

A silver-armored man stepped forward and asked, but he could not finish his sentence.

Even his father, Cangtian, had been defeated. How were they supposed to face the Immortal Dao?

Even though they could not accept it, they could only swallow their unwillingness when they thought of the Dao Ancestor.