Spiritual energy revived, one person guarding the country

"You should call me senior, but it's not necessary due to etiquette. I can't bear it."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Pan Ling. I am the controller of this secret realm. To be precise, I am the housekeeper."

"Speaking of which, you must have guessed that my master is Father God Pangu."

Mu Yao was so surprised that he was speechless. This is a living fossil-level ancestor.

If he can be persuaded to come out, then the restricted areas and the remnants of the era are all bullshit.

Pan Ling seemed to enjoy Mu Yao's performance at this time, and the smile on his dry face was quite charming.

"Ancestor, my clan is suffering. Please come out and bring justice to us."

Mu Yao recognized his ancestor again. He would be an absolute fool if he didn't hug her with such thick thighs.

Pan Ling shook his head.

"It has been nearly a million years since anyone from the Force Clan came in. Of course I knew something was wrong with the Force Clan."

"But, I can't leave this secret realm."

"In this secret realm, I can mobilize the means left by Father God, and I am almost invincible."

"But once I leave the secret realm, I will disappear in an instant."

The most painful thing is to give you hope and then shatter your hope.

A disappointed expression instantly appeared on Mu Yao's face.

It's not that Mu Yao doesn't want to work hard. It's definitely better to be able to do it yourself than to be shy and beg others.

But apart from talent and opportunity, the most important thing in cultivation is time and hard work.

It has only been a few hundred years since the survival game began.

Mu Yao went from an ordinary person to a great power at the level of a Da Luo Celestial Immortal. His talent and opportunities were extremely enviable.

But Muyao was short of time.

Just like you win the first prize in a lottery, but you need to walk a thousand kilometers in one day to claim the prize.

Time is running out.

It took 100 years to get from Taiyi to Daluo, but what about from Daluo to Saint?

The sixth level of the Chaos Opening Technique is equivalent to Da Luo, and it is only the ninth level that makes you a saint!

Will the restricted area wait?

Will the universe wait?

If he doesn't have enough strength to scare the saints, will he become a puppet when they enter the Chaos Orb?

Pan Ling looked at Mu Yao's depressed face, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Little guy, can you tell me what's going on outside? Judging from your expression, it seems like there's something terribly difficult going on."

Mu Yao organized his thoughts and talked about the restricted area and the reincarnation of the universe.

When talking about the Bone Sage's plan, a blazing light appeared in Pan Ling's eyes.

"The Chaos Bead is in your hand? Do you really recognize its owner?" Pan Ling asked impatiently.

Mu Yao blinked, feeling a little more alert, "Yes, Ancestor, is there any problem?"

"How many seals have you broken through the Chaos Bead?" Pan Ling asked eagerly.

"We are currently on the fifth level. I have just been promoted to Da Luo and have not yet opened the seal on the sixth level." Mu Yao told the truth.

Pan Ling could no longer remain calm and fell to the ground, then quickly got up and knelt on the ground.

Two lines of turbid tears fell from the deep sockets of his eyes.

"Father God, I have finally waited for this day. Xiaoling can finally complete your mission."

Mu Yao stood aside, feeling very uncomfortable.

At the same time, he felt very unsure.

When Pan Ling heard that he had recognized the Chaos Bead, his reaction was so big that he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

You're not going to take over your body, are you? !

For a moment, there were two people, one was just kneeling on the ground crying, and the other had a dull expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Pan Ling's mood finally calmed down.

He wiped away his tears and knelt down to Mu Yao, "Old slave Pan Ling, pay homage to the young master."