They were all unparalleled geniuses of their respective eras.
Yet with a single sentence from the Blood Venerable, they were thoroughly knocked down to the mortal plane.
There were powerful beings who were extremely unwilling to accept this.
"Blood Venerable, do you have proof?"
The Blood Venerable did not take offense at the person's impudence; he was very clear that these truths were indeed a blow to them.
"Of course I do, because both I and your ancestors are outsiders, unfortunately only I have lived up to now." Saying this, the Blood Venerable seemed somewhat desolate; over thousands of years, he had no more friends, only juniors.
When the Blood Venerable said these words, everyone fell silent.
They all knew the Blood Venerable came from mysterious origins, but they had not expected him to be an outsider, and even their ancestors were from outside.
However, they had new doubts.
"Blood Venerable, in that case, why..."
