But at this moment, his eyes trembled slightly.
That voice.
That voice, he thought he would never hear again.
“Ancestor?”
His voice was hoarse, so hoarse that it was almost distorted, as if he had not used that title for tens of thousands of years. “Is that really you? You’re still alive? You didn’t participate in the ancient war.”
“nonsense.”
Bei Mingyuan’s voice came out of David’s body, containing a hint of impatience, weakness, and satisfaction at finally being able to speak again after being questioned by a junior for tens of thousands of years: “If I were dead, would I still be here talking to you? Do you think you’re hearing a ghost?”
Venerable Xuanbing’s hands trembled slightly.
The ice blue robe fluttered without being blown by the wind, and the frost on the hem rustled gently.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say a word, Bei Mingyuan’s curse sounded again.
“Xuanbing boy, bastard!”
The old voice suddenly rose several decibels, weak but full of passion, “How did I teach you back then? The Ice God bloodline will never give up! And what are you doing, joining forces with two bastards from the Heavenly Pole Palace and the Heavenly Saint Palace to attack my benefactor? Have you grown wings? Or have you lost your mind?”
Venerable Xuanbing’s lips trembled slightly, “My ancestor I don’t know”
“Don’t know at all?”
Bei Mingyuan sneered, a sneer colored by tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes of fate. “Of course you don’t know. If you knew that my remnant soul was being nurtured in this brat’s sea of consciousness by borrowing his Great Luo Golden Scripture, would you still dare to come? Let me ask you, how many people are left in the Ice God bloodline? How many are left?”
Venerable Xuanbing was silent for a moment, then said, “I don’t know.”
Venerable Xuanbing really didn’t know; he didn’t know if there were still members of the Ice God’s lineage in the Upper Realm of the Seventeenth Heaven.
However, it is highly unlikely that they have left. After all, the higher you climb, the closer you are to the main altar of the gods. Long ago, the Ice God bloodline escaped from the main altar and descended to the lower realms, even lowering their cultivation level. There was no way anyone would dare take the risk of staying in the upper realm.
He took a huge risk when he fled to Seventeenth Heaven and founded the Divine Abyss Pavilion.
“Don’t know?” Bei Mingyuan’s voice suddenly became deep, as deep as a boulder falling into the icy sea. “Of the seven God Clan Alliance bloodlines, only our Ice God bloodline has fallen to this state.”
“Very well, that’s very kind. Brat Xuanbing, you brought these Ice God bloodline disciples to the Ten Thousand Demon Hill to seek death? If this battle continues, do you plan to wipe out the entire Ice God bloodline?”
Venerable Xuanbing stood amidst the cold wind, unable to utter a word.
His thin body was wrapped in an ice blue robe, and tens of thousands of years of pride and forbearance turned into silence at this moment.
“What are you all standing there for?” Bei Mingyuan’s voice suddenly rose again, “Kneel before me!”
He got off the Xuanbing carriage and walked step by step towards David.
His footsteps were slow, each step leaving frozen footprints on the stone slab.
The ice blue robe dragged along the ground, the edges already stained with blood and ice crystals.
He stopped and looked at David, this young man whose cultivation was only at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm, but had just succeeded in repelling a Heavenly Venerate.
Then he bent his knees and knelt down.
His knee hit the cracked stone slab with a dull thud.
He lowered his head, his forehead touching the ground, his white hair scattered among the blood, mud, and ice crystals.
The ice blue robe stretched across the ground, like a submissive subject kneeling before a king.
The Shenyuan Pavilion Master, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, an elder of the Ice God lineage, and a mighty figure capable of making countless powers tremble with just a stamp of his feet on Seventeenth Heaven, knelt before David.
The Shenyuan Pavilion disciples aboard the Xuanbing Chariot looked at each other, unsure of how to react.
They had never seen the Pavilion Master kneel before anyone. Even when faced with Venerable Tianji and Venerable Shengguang, the Pavilion Master only nodded slightly.
At that moment, the sect leader knelt before a young man at the seventh level of the True Immortal Realm.
“O Ancestor, please convey your respectful greetings.” Venerable Xuanbing’s voice trembled. “Junior Xuanbing greets Ancestor.”
David stood still, without moving.
He knew that Venerable Xuanbing was not kneeling before him, but rather before the Northern Abyss in his sea of consciousness.
However, he also felt something; Bei Mingyuan in his sea of consciousness was very calm at the moment.
That silence was not true tranquility, but rather a kind of peace that, after being suppressed by the years and tens of thousands of years of suffering, suddenly found a kind of solace in the welcome of the younger generation.
FAQ NovelQ: Who is the ‘Leluhur’ speaking in the chapter?A: The ‘Leluhur’ is identified as Bei Mingyuan, the ancestor of the Ice God lineage, whose soul fragment is currently residing within David’s consciousness.Q: How did the ancestor’s soul end up in David’s consciousness?A: It is explained that they inadvertently found their way to an ancient battlefield in the Fourteenth Heaven, where they encountered the ancestor’s soul fragment. David’s vast consciousness and the presence of the Great Luo Golden Scripture allowed the soul fragment to survive and remain there.Unravel the mysteries of lineage and the power of ancient entities as the narrative pushes the boundaries of belief.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who is the mysterious voice from the past?
A: The mysterious voice belongs to Bei Mingyuan, the ancient ancestor of the Ice God bloodline.
Q: Where is the Ice God ancestor’s fragmented soul located?
A: The ancestor’s fragmented soul is residing within David’s vast sea of consciousness, protected by the Great Luo Golden Scripture.
What implications do these astonishing revelations hold for the characters and the unfolding narrative?