The boundless Primitive Mountain Range stretched across the earth like countless Ancestral Dragons. Barbaric beasts roamed and emerged within the dense Primitive Forest.
At this moment, Xiao Chen and others had arrived at a critical area, and he had a profound realization. Although he was close to the War Ancestor, he was not a true Ancestral God, yet he still felt an uneasiness.
Just then, in this significant place, he saw several familiar faces. Totti, with his golden long hair, was flourishing and did not show any unease about the impending doom, strolling leisurely among several beautiful female cultivators.
What astonished Xiao Chen even more was that Bo Shi really had his head shaved, his scalp shining bald and his appearance dignified. However, what was truly hilarious was that he was holding a two-year-old child.
Oh, no, one might say a Little Monk, because the little one also had a shiny bald head.
