Within the ancestral shrine space, the Ninth Generation Ancestor was ultimately the one to break the silence.
"Do you want to become a Sealed Lord, or... a Martial Saint?"
The question drove straight into the depths of his heart. Even if the other man was his ancestor, Zhou You still felt that they had barely met, yet the ancestor was already speaking from the depths of his heart.
He said with some difficulty, "Ancestor, are you joking?"
"Setting aside how difficult it is to become a Martial Saint, as for becoming a Sealed Lord, I already decided to assist Lian Feihong in vying for the throne. I have no intention of getting involved myself."
The Ninth Generation Ancestor rapped the wall of space in displeasure. "I'm asking about the direction of your ambition, not how big your guts are."
"Just tell me—do you want to become the common sovereign of the world, or a Martial Sage?"
The former was supreme authority, the one and only exalted position above hundreds of millions beneath heaven, a figure whose name would be recorded in the annals of history.
The latter transcended the mundane, spanned the ages, and shone upon eternity like a blazing sun hanging in the sky.
Either one was extraordinarily difficult to produce from the hundreds of millions of people across the Fifty Provinces.
Seeing that Zhou You was still pondering, the Ninth Generation Ancestor pressed on, "You must have made up your mind long ago. Someone without a goal could never have come this far."
"Stop hesitating. Say it. I'm not trying to trick you."
"If you want to become a Sealed Lord, we'll cast aside that boy from the Lian family and strike out on our own. This old man has the strength to squeeze out a position for