Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 412: All Under Saint Are Ants, The Shock of Sanqing and Others

"So big."

After entering the Hades Spaceship, Nuwa couldn't help but exclaim. From her perception, the internal space of the entire Hades Spaceship was vast—so immense that even her Quasi-Saint Divine Sense could not find its limits.

Inside the spaceship were one area after another, each as enormous as a Minor World, as if countless expansive spaces had been carved out within.

It could be said that this single spaceship alone could house billions of lives.

At this moment, they had appeared in one of the spaceship's resting areas.

"Incredible Magic Treasures," Yuanshi Tianzun said emotionally. He had seen countless treasures in his life, yet he couldn't perceive the inner mysteries of this spaceship. Every component was exquisitely crafted, interconnected with infinite precision, and filled with profound secrets.

Even with his exceptional talent in refining Magic Treasures, he could sense only the deep mystery of the Chaos God Forbidden—nothing more.

"If I'm not mistaken, this spaceship... should be alive," Daode Tianzun said gravely. He could clearly feel the vibrant life force permeating every inch of the vessel, along with a powerful soul presence—no different from a living being.

"Of course it's alive," said Fuxi. "I've looked into this before. It's said that most machines created by the Machine Clan are sentient, no different from beings of flesh and blood.

And they're extremely powerful. This Hades Spaceship is likely a member of the Machine Race, and its strength has at least reached the Saint level."

"What? You mean... a Saint came to pick us up?" Patriarch Hongyun couldn't help but gulp nervously.

Even in his wildest imagination, he never expected to meet a Saint in person. Though he had heard many legends and even knew the Chaos Genius War was organized by Saints, he had never seen one himself.

"I'm afraid so," Daode Tianzun nodded.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Hades Spaceship."

With a low hum, a virtual projection suddenly appeared in front of Nuwa and the others. Immediately, a group of black robots manifested within the projection.

"This...!"

Daode Tianzun and the other Prehistoric Beings instantly tensed. The moment the black robot appeared, they were rendered speechless...

Because the robot in front of them was undoubtedly a Saint, and a machine-type Saint at that...

Even through a mere projection, and even though it showed no hostile intent, its overwhelming aura was terrifying—oppressing their very souls.

This natural pressure made every prehistoric being instinctively bow in awe, overwhelmed by a power that was impossible to resist.

It was the instinctual suppression of life—a dragon gazing at an ant.

"Haha, I'm Senil of the Machine Race. My true body is this Hades Spaceship. I've come under the order of my ancestor to escort you all to Chaos City in the Prehistoric World."

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The black robot laughed heartily, exuding a bold presence.

Rumble~~

As he spoke, thunder rumbled throughout the ship. It was like the resonance of the Dao itself—an overwhelming sound that shook the heavens.

Ordinary beings would be obliterated by such a voice, their souls shattered instantly. Even Quasi-Saint-level beings felt sharp pain in their heads and a surge of boiling blood.

Had Senil spoken louder, their souls might have suffered severe injury. Not even their Magic Treasures could fully shield them from this divine pressure.

Many prehistoric beings were filled with helplessness. Though they had fought their way into the top 3,000 of the Chaos Genius War, a Quasi-Saint was still just a Quasi-Saint. They were no match for a true Saint.

All under Saint are ants—this was no empty phrase. The chasm between Saint and Quasi-Saint could not be measured by numbers.

If a Saint did not hold back, a mere breath could reduce them all to ashes.

Genius was merely potential. The journey to true strength had only just begun.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

At that moment, Senil scratched his head sheepishly. "I almost forgot—you're still Quasi-Saints. I'm so used to speaking loudly that I didn't realize how fragile you are under such pressure."

As soon as he finished speaking, he restrained his aura, lowering it to a level they could withstand.

Daode Tianzun and the others breathed a collective sigh of relief. At the same time, the arrogance in their hearts vanished completely. Compared to such a powerful being, their current strength was nothing.

If Senil hadn't clarified, they might have thought he was doing it on purpose. But knowing it was unintentional made them feel even more depressed.

There was still a long, long way to go before they could compare with the true powerhouses.

"Lord Senil, are you one of the gods sent to pick us up from the Chaos Genius Battle?" Lingbao Tianzun asked curiously.

"Of course not."

Senil shook his head. "To receive most of the selected geniuses, a C-Class Spaceship would be more than enough. However, because the Prehistoric World is an extremely special world sealed by the Father God, no god can approach it without divine permission.

This time, I received permission from my ancestor, giving me the opportunity to visit this sealed world. And now that I've seen it... it truly is incredible. So many geniuses."

He was deeply moved.

To be honest, he wasn't just being polite—he was stating a fact.

In other outer worlds, only one out of thousands of beings could pass the Chaos Genius Competition selection. Some worlds didn't even produce a single candidate.

Yet here, eleven geniuses had emerged from the Prehistoric World alone. This rate of talent was astronomical—far beyond imagination.

This world was clearly special, filled with origin power and capable of nurturing countless monstrous geniuses.

And it had taken a long time for Senil to earn this rare opportunity. Many gods had longed to enter the Prehistoric World—but he, Senil, was the one who succeeded.

His fellow racemen were still fuming with jealousy over it.