Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying Chapter 1128 - 640: Poachers

[If the ancestor really exists, then he wouldn’t just watch us die one by one... I’ve worshipped you for so many years, so why are you indifferent to my plight? I beg you, ancestor, please manifest!]

[Yang Zhuhuo of the Yang Family has developed a sliver of faith in your existence, and you have gained the vision of Yang Zhuhuo, Incense 10.]

A voice ca from afar, and a selectable window appeared in Yang Genshuo’s vision.

A young man from the fifth generation of the Yang Family, Yang Zhuhuo.

Yang Genshuo had little impression of him... He only discovered this mber of the Yang Family during the ancestor worship ceremony two days ago.

He never truly believed in the existence of the ancestor.

At this mont, Yang Zhuhuo was holding two blades, while 20 governnt officials slowly approached him with clubs.

Beside him lay scattered corpses, and a group of black-furred cannibal rats were feasting greedily on them.

Apparently, those were his teammates.

Yang Genshuo didn’t know what had happened to this team, but it was nearly wiped out...

Yang Zhuhuo was the last survivor.

Looking at the situation... he probably wouldn’t last long, either.

"So it’s not about believing, it’s about knowing you’re about to die..."

Yang Genshuo sighed softly.

In such circumstances, the little Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, Yang Zhuhuo, could only pin his hopes on the unreal ancestor.

"But... you’re too late in begging."

"In this situation, there’s no saving you."

Yang Genshuo’s [Miracle] could borrow the innate talents and acquired cultivation techniques of other family mbers, but he couldn’t directly borrow others’ realms.

As long as he could afford the incense, he could even borrow Yang Zhu’s holy-level talent [Light Child], but... it was useless.

Yang Zhuhuo was just a small Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, with minimal strength. Even if he had one more holy-level talent... he couldn’t defeat these Golden Core Stage governnt officials and a horde of bloodthirsty rats.

All ability enhancents are based on the individual’s strength using addition and multiplication.

If one’s strength is only worth five, even ten tis that is just a combat power of 50.

While so people’s base value is 1000, slightly enlarging by 10% can increase combat power by 100.

In a situation like Yang Zhuhuo’s, where he was completely surrounded, even if Yang Genshuo gave him a top-tier life-saving talent like [Split Rebirth], he still couldn’t escape...

These cannibal rats would devour every inch of flesh, leaving him no chance for rebirth.

In this short ti, his teammates, along with their bones, had been crushed and swallowed by the rats... and their blood-red eyes turned to the last living person, Yang Zhuhuo.

"Don’t co any closer... don’t co closer!"

"Save !!!"

"Ancestor, just say sothing, damn it!"

Yang Zhuhuo faced the trial of life and death, issuing his last plea to the sky.

Suddenly, a golden light descended from the sky!

Yang Zhuhuo was overjoyed!

"There really is an ancestor! Oh my God, I’m saved! I’m saved, haha!"

The golden light slowly ford into a line of text.

"Child, do you have any last words for your family?"

"I... no! No no no! Ancestor save ! Save !!! I don’t want to die! I swear I’ll bow to you every day, offer to you every day. I swear I’ll never be playful again, never steal your offerings. I... I have a Daoist couple! She’s waiting outside for , I want to give the Yang Family children, I want to add incense to our family, ancestor! Ancestor, you can’t ignore ! I am your child~~~"

"Gulp gulp~~~"

The rats surged forward, crawling into Yang Zhuhuo’s chattering throat.

Yang Zhuhuo was wholly devoured by the rat swarm...

[Your descendant Yang Zhuhuo died in the legendary land ’White Grain Warehouse’, being gnawed to death by a swarm of rats.]

[Yang Zhuhuo, a fifth-generation mber of the Yang Family, lived an unremarkable life with no repute, and his death was as silent as his arrival...]

[Since the body was destroyed, he cannot return to the family roots; Yang Zhuhuo’s talent also perished with him.]

Dead...

"He died in extre fear and pain... not even leaving a single word for his family."

Yang Zhuhuo was too afraid of death, and in his final monts, only sought survival, lacking the courage to face death.

But Yang Genshuo didn’t bla him.

As the system pointed out, Yang Zhuhuo was just an ordinary person... afraid of death.

The vision around Yang Zhuhuo gradually darkened.

Yang Genshuo felt sowhat heavy-hearted.

Although he was not familiar with Yang Zhuhuo, he was ultimately family, a bloodline of Yang Shi, dying so tragically right before his eyes... it truly made his heart feel weighed down.

Among the nine who fell before Yang Zhuhuo, who knows if there were any other Yang Family mbers.

"This ’White Grain Warehouse’ legendary land is very dangerous; we must be cautious later... a poor choice could lead to complete annihilation."

Yang Zhuhuo’s fate had doused Yang Genshuo’s aggressive montum with a bucket of cold water.

Yang Min indeed had great strength, and Yang Qiangjin was equally resourceful, but the road ahead was still long, requiring constant vigilance.

The sorrow and joy between people aren’t mutually understood.

Yang Genshuo didn’t want Yang Family mbers to die, but so truly aren’t afraid of death.

Bright City, the Grand Square.

"We must open the gate today!"

"Saying so much is useless, we just want to go out!"

"You’ll have to kill if you don’t let ! Otherwise, I’ll even crawl to get to the legendary land!"

Yang Qiangjing’s persuasion yielded little result.

She didn’t know exactly what transpired last night that led so many people to fan the flas with those from the Illusion Sect, swaying public opinion.

Despite her rational and heartfelt warnings about the dangers inside, the surging crowd remained unstoppable.

They just had to go out!