"You let him go?"
In the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, gazing at Xu Xiaoshou sitting cross-legged on the ground, lost in Enlightennt, Kong Yuhen showed emotion for the first ti, displaying a touch of anger.
He moved from the wooden ladder to the tea table, staring unflinchingly at Bazhun’an leaning against the wooden door, speaking without reservation:
"Walking along the river of ti is inherently risky, especially since it’s his first ti, and he has to go to that special temporal node?"
"The War Ancestor has fallen, I sent him to seek the past, it’s sowhat safe, and at worst, I can bring him back."
"And you?"
He turned towards i Siren at the tea table, "The old man has said ’self-imposed restraint,’ if he gets too involved in the river of ti and becos lost, turning into soone like ..."
"What do you an ’and you?’?" i Siren put down the teacup, slightly curious, "What are you talking about?"
Isn’t Xu Xiaoshou here?
He’s perfectly fine, lost in Enlightennt, why are you talking about going here, going there, where else have you taken him, take too?
Kong Yuhen froze, opened his mouth, but couldn’t speak.
In Ancient Sword Technique, Fantasy Sword Technique, Nine Swords Technique, all involve the Ti Dao, i Siren might have so knowledge, but it’s not deep.
His major is the Heart Sword Technique.
Unlike Bazhun’an, who excels in all thods and can et with him and Xu Xiaoshou in the river of ti.
By the wooden door, Bazhun’an seed thoughtful: "It appears that his safety is more concerning to you than to ?"
"Isn’t it because..." Kong Yuhen blurted out.
But at this mont, his brow furrowed, his gaze flickered with confusion, murmuring to himself: "Yes, what am I anxious about?"
He was very familiar with this status.
No problem if he didn’t rember, other Kong Yuhen must have rembered and cared about Xu Xiaoshou.
He refocused on Bazhun’an: "In any case, it’s not acceptable, I don’t want him to end up like , my status is very... strange."
"You are you, he is him." Bazhun’an shook his head.
"You have such confidence in him?"
"Hmm."
One word, hmm, absolutely ended the competition.
Kong Yuhen felt like he punched cotton.
He couldn’t see through Bazhun’an’s intentions now, even doubting whether this guy is really from Xu Xiaoshou’s side.
Could it be to harm him?
"Seems like there will be trouble..."
"Youth without recklessness, without rashness, without facing trouble, what’s the use of youth?" Bazhun’an chuckled lightly.
"..."
Kong Yuhen could only remain silent.
After a long ti, he sat back at the tea table, looking at i Siren, signaling him to persuade.
"Is it a big deal?" i Siren spun the teacup in his hand.
"Ancestral God node!" Kong Yuhen’s tone urgent, "Xu Xiaoshou is going to the Ancestral God node in the river of ti, to directly confront the living Ancestral God!"
"Who?"
"...Demon Ancestor!" Kong Yuhen hesitated for a mont, then spoke bluntly.
i Siren’s eyelid twitched, lifted his gaze slightly towards the wooden door, the old man really keeps his cool, "It’s a big deal, sounds very unbelievable?"
Bazhun’an was still leaning against the wooden door, arms crossed, posture unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the word "Demon Ancestor":
"I said, hand over the choice to them, now just waiting for the first bird to stick its head out."
He paused, then continued:
"It doesn’t matter who."
...
Buzz!
The mont the fingertip touched the Ashvattha, the scene of the Infernal Hell Sea around him tore apart, and the scenery changed.
That sensation was like driving a ti machine, traveling through a ti-space tunnel.
A thousand years?
An instant?
Unsure how long had passed, the feeling of weightlessness vanished, Xu Xiaoshou arrived in an unfamiliar environnt.
Everywhere he looked was gray, ancient gray!
This seed to be a grand stone hall hidden beneath the earth, as wide as three people could encircle, with stone pillars carved with many giants clad in tattered armor.
Seed sowhat similar to void attendant?
On both sides of the great hall, murals exuded an ancient aura, particularly eye-catching, two on the left, two on the right:
On the battlefield of antiquity, dragon scales scattered on the ground, dragon horns, and imnse spear marks;
Beneath a split silver moon, on the edge of a ruined pavilion, fractured swords numbering twelve in handle;
On an ancient Competition Platform, a towering giant Ancient God with three heads and six arms, body riddled with holes, eyes empty, soulless;
Floating on spaceti turbulence, a mirrored island with a giant eyeball above pierced by a sharp weapon, also riddled, beneath the mirror lay a broken shield, dead silent.
"Dragon, sword, war, sky..."
Xu Xiaoshou was no longer the Xu Xiaoshou of before, imdiately recognizing these four murals representing the conclusion of the Four Ancestors.
So, that’s the truth of the final reincarnation of the Four Ancestors, who killed them all?
The other Three Ancestors, Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t very familiar with.
But at the Abyss Island, he knew the "Demon God" legend, which tells of the Heavenly Ancestor and Demon Ancestor’s battle ending in mutual exhaustion.
However, in the world of void general Hong, the Demon God was terrifying, almost annihilating Abyss Island, leaving not a trace.
The Heavenly Ancestor seemingly fell to the Demon Ancestor.
But, the whereabouts of the Demon Ancestor remain unknown—falling is impossible, for only the Four Ancestors reincarnated, excluding the demon.
Where it went, though unknown.
No, perhaps it can be known.
"Inverted Pagoda, there’s traces of the Demon Ancestor..."
"Yet You Yuan, though strong, can’t suppress the Demon Ancestor in full strength, there’s still a difference between Holy Emperor and Ancestral God."
This can be glimpsed from repeatedly defeating Cursed Yin, its repeated escapes, eventually thriving.
Cursed Yin in initial revival was still so.
Indeed, he completed this step from Level Three to Level One.
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