The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

Han Mu stood at the edge of the cosmic sea, watching the black figure rapidly approaching from afar. His expression was solemn. The aura of the Ancestor of Destruction was stronger than when they last met. Clearly, he had not been idle during this time and his cultivation had improved considerably.

"Han Mu, you killed my disciple. Today I will make you pay for this in blood." The voice of the Ancestor of Destruction came like thunder, shaking the cosmic sea.

"Your disciple deserves to die, and so do you," Han Mu said coldly. He knew that this battle was inevitable, so he stopped talking nonsense and attacked directly, throwing a punch at the Ancestor of Destruction.

This punch contained all of Han Mu's primordial power, and its power was several times stronger than when he fought against the Ancestor of Destruction last time. However, the Ancestor of Destruction simply raised his hand and waved it away, dissolving Han Mu's fist imprint into nothingness.

"Your strength has improved, but you are still no match for me," the Ancestor of Destruction said coldly. He raised his hand and unleashed a devastating force towards Han Mu.

Han Mu gritted his teeth and activated the Space-Time Compass, narrowly avoiding the palm strike. However, the force of the palm still grazed past him, injuring him and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left shoulder.

"My lord, I'm here to help you." Zhou Meng's voice came through the communication talisman, filled with anxiety.

"Don't come any closer! You're no match for it. You'll only be throwing your lives away!" Han Mu shouted. He knew that even if Zhou Meng and the other two came, it would be of no use; they would only be wasting their lives.

Han Mu took a deep breath. He knew he was no match for the Ancestor of Destruction, but he could not back down. Behind him lay the cosmic sea and countless living beings. He had to protect them.

"System, is there any way to defeat the Ancestor of Destruction?" Han Mu asked in his mind.

"The host can burn the Creation Godhead to gain temporary Dao power, enough to defeat the Ancestor of Destruction, but the price is that the host will lose the Creation Godhead, his cultivation will drop, and his life may even be endangered," the system replied.

Han Mu was silent for a moment, then made a decision: "Burn the Creator Godhead."

"Are you sure, host?" the system asked.

"I'm sure," Han Mu said firmly.

A golden flame ignited within Han Mu's body; it was the flame produced by the burning of the Creation Godhead. Han Mu's aura began to surge, breaking through from the peak of the Primordial Chaos Realm to the Great Dao Realm, and then from the early stage of the Great Dao to the middle stage of the Great Dao Realm.

The Ancestor of Destruction sensed the change in Han Mu's aura and his expression changed drastically: "You actually burned your Creation Godhead, you've gone mad."

"I'm not crazy. I must kill you today," Han Mu said coldly. He raised his hand and threw a punch, which contained the power of the Great Dao and was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

The Ancestor of Destruction's expression turned solemn. It knew it couldn't take this punch head-on and turned to run away. But how could Han Mu let it escape? He activated the Space-Time Compass, and time around it suddenly stopped. The Ancestor of Destruction's figure froze for a moment.

In that instant, Han Mu punched the Destruction Dao Ancestor in the back, unleashing the power of the Great Dao that pulverized its body into dust, leaving not even a trace.

The Ancestor of Destruction died, but Han Mu also paid a heavy price. His Creation Godhead was completely burned away, his cultivation level plummeted from the peak of the Primordial Chaos to the early stage of the Sovereign, and his body became extremely weak, unable to even stand steadily.

"My lord!" Zhou Meng and the other two rushed over and helped the swaying Han Mu.

"I'm fine, just overexerted," Han Mu said weakly, but he knew in his heart that he had lost the Godhood of Creation, his cultivation had plummeted, and the Cosmic Sea would probably be thrown into turmoil.

As expected, after the news of Han Mu's decline in cultivation spread, the forces in the Cosmic Sea that he had previously suppressed began to stir, and some ambitious individuals began to plot to overthrow Han Mu's rule.

"My lord, something terrible has happened! The Lord of Chaos has rebelled! He has joined forces with more than a dozen powerful beings at the early stage of the Primordial Chaos and is attacking the Temple of Creation!" Zhou Meng rushed over to report.

Han Mu sat on the throne, his face pale. He knew he was no match for the Lord of Chaos, but he could not back down; he had to protect the Cosmic Sea.

"Let's go take a look." Han Mu stood up, his body weak, but his eyes remained firm.

Han Mu arrived outside the Temple of Creation and saw the Lord of Chaos leading more than a dozen powerful beings at the early stage of the Primordial Chaos realm, charging towards him menacingly. Upon seeing Han Mu emerge, the Lord of Chaos sneered, "Han Mu, you've finally met your match. Without the Godhead of Creation, you're nothing but trash."

"Trash, even if I lose my Godhood, I am not someone you can insult," Han Mu said coldly, urging the last of his power to prepare for a desperate battle.

But at that moment, a golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the Lord of Chaos and the others, and an old voice rang out in the void.

That's enough.

Han Mu looked up and saw the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor standing in the void with a gloomy face.

"Dao Ancestor, why are you helping him?" the Lord of Chaos asked unwillingly.

"Because he is the ruler of the Cosmic Sea, and the successor I chose, anyone who dares to touch him is my enemy," said the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor in a cold voice.

The Lord of Chaos and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects: "Dao Ancestor, please calm your anger, we dare not."

"Get out," said the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor in a cold voice.

The Lord of Chaos and his companions were relieved and fled in a panic.

Han Mu looked at the Primordial Dao Ancestor and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me, Senior."

"No need to be polite. You lost your Godhood of Creation because you were protecting the Cosmic Sea, so naturally I won't sit idly by," said the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor. He walked up to Han Mu, raised his hand, and pointed a golden light into Han Mu's brow.

Han Mu felt a warm power surge into his mind, and his cultivation began to recover, from the early stage of the Sovereign realm to the peak of the Sovereign realm, then from the peak of the Sovereign realm to the early stage of the Primordial Chaos realm, and finally stopped at the middle stage of the Primordial Chaos realm.

"Senior, what's going on?" Han Mu asked in surprise.

"I have transferred a portion of my primordial power to you. Although it cannot restore you to your peak, it can at least allow you to retain your position as the ruler of the universe," said the Primordial Dao Ancestor.

"Thank you very much, senior," Han Mu said gratefully.

"No need to thank me, it's what I should do," said the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor with a smile. His body began to become transparent, as if he might disappear at any moment.

"Senior, you..." Han Mu exclaimed in surprise.

"My time has come, and it's time for me to leave," said the Primordial Dao Ancestor with a smile. His body transformed into specks of light, dissipated into the air, and merged into the cosmic sea.

Han Mu stared in the direction where the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time. He knew that the Hongmeng Dao Ancestor had given him his original power, but had perished because of it.

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely protect the Cosmic Sea." Han Mu clenched his fist, a determined light flashing in his eyes.