Chapter 3768

The First Universe was the first to ever form in the Chaos. They existed for a long time and were

supposed to have met to their end. However, the First Universe’s powerhouses merged the Thirteenth

Universe with the First Universe, extending its lifespan, and enhancing their Heavenly Path’s law.

At that moment, a man was seated in the highest seat inside a certain hall in the First Universe. He

wore a plain robe and did not exude a particularly strong aura, which made him seem like an ordinary

human.

Swoosh!

A light flickered before him and formed into a man.

After appearing in the hall, the man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The man sitting in the hall snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at the person that appeared in the

hall in surprise and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

The man that appeared in the hall was none other than Yermolai, whom James injured in the Twelfth

Universe. Yermolai’s face was pale. He withstood the pain from his injuries and stood up from the

ground.

“Master, I was injured in the Chaos outside the Twelfth Universe.”

The person sitting in the highest seat was the First Universe’s Lord, also known as the Omnipotent

Lord. The Omnipotent Lord asked doubtfully, “Who dares to injure you? Is there a Macrocosm

Ancestral God in the Twelfth Universe that doesn’t know your name? Even if they don’t know you, did

you not tell them I’m your Master?”

Yermolai said truthfully, “I did. If I hadn’t, I might’ve died in the Chaos outside the Twelfth Universe.”

“What exactly happened?” asked the Omnipotent Lord.

Yermolai explained everything in detail.

“Back when I set up a trap to kill James in the Thirteenth Universe, he had a companion named Henrik.

I met this man in the Twelfth Universe. He had already reached the peak of the Caleum Ancestral God

Rank and even cultivated ten Paths.

“I wanted to kill Henrik in the Chaos. When I was about to finish him off, a mysterious powerhouse

appeared and defeated me in one blow.”

The Omnipotent Lord asked, “What’s his name?”

Yermolai replied, “He claimed to be called Forty-nine.”

“Forty-nine?”

Puzzled, the Omnipotent Lord murmured, “When did a Macrocosm Ancestral God called Forty-nine

exist in the Twelfth Universe?”

After a while, he asked, “Did he mention which universe he was from?”

Yermolai shook his head and said, “No. He only warned me not to cause trouble in the Twelfth

Universe. Otherwise, he would kill me without any mercy.”

The Omnipotent Lord lightly waved his hand and said, “Alright. I got it. You’re dismissed. Go treat your

wounds.”

“Alright.” Yermolai turned and left.

“Forty-nine from the Twelfth Universe? Interesting. I never expected someone from the Twelfth

Universe to silently become a Macrocosm Ancestral God. It seems the Twelfth Universe’s Lord made

the right decision. He suppressed the Heavenly Path and allowed their universe’s luck to accumulate.”

The Omnipotent Lord mumbled to himself. Then, he got up and headed toward a special place in the

Twelfth Universe.