"Ancestor!"
The many members of the Origin Race looked at Yan ahead of them and all cupped their hands in salute.
Although they did not know what had happened, the final image in their minds had clearly been a sky-reaching palm descending upon the Origin Race's territory.
At that moment, they had felt no pain, because both soul and body had been annihilated in an instant. Before pain could even arise, they had already perished, body and soul extinguished.
Only unwillingness had filled their hearts—unwillingness to see the Origin Race destroyed like this. The Origin Race had clearly possessed peerless talent; the Origin Race could clearly have become the Supreme Race of the Void Return Realm.
Yet everything had turned to flying ash beneath that single palm.
But now, they discovered that they had come back to life. Their ancestor stood before them, while an unfamiliar young cultivator stood in the distance, smiling at them.
Hearing the calls of the Origin Race's people, a smile could not help appearing on Yan's face. He had thought he would never hear that cry of "Ancestor" again. Even if he could be revived upon the Immortal Ascension Path, he would never hear it again.
But now, here, the Origin Race had returned.
"Thank you!"
Yan wiped the tears from his face, turned to Chen Fei, and bowed deeply. This bow was not for himself, but for his race.
"Without Your Excellency's gift back then, I would not have been able to reach my current position so smoothly." Chen Fei cupped his hands and returned the salute.
"Back then, I simply did not want the traces of the Origin Race to vanish from the Void Return Realm." Yan's lips moved slightly as he gave a low, bitter laugh.
At this moment, where was the