"Regret?"
The white-haired elder hesitated for a few seconds.
He was originally Earth's first Nascent Soul during this era of fog, a civilization of seekers of truth, relying on the millennial divine and demonic inheritance in his mind, he personally reopened Earth's prehistoric Immortal Dao and Golden Core Nascent Soul system, ascending to be the world's strongest. Perhaps he should regret it?
Any ruler would choose to enjoy the glory of being worshiped by all, the pleasure of ruling the gods of the world, the power of life and death over all beings... Yet, he was immersed in the tedious Immortal Dao.
"Master, there's nothing to regret."
Bailong shook his head, his heart was pure, never wavering.
He merely pointed to a mural beside him.
It was a record of the prehistoric Mayan Civilization's Sun Golden Tower Dynasty, the very beginning of all civilizations, an ancient supreme deity awakened from a coffin, gazing down at all beings.
