Purple Fate Ancestor wore black robes, Profound Truth rules circulating around him.
His entire form no longer resembled a living being, but rather the incarnation of some rule.
He stood beyond the canopy of heaven, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
Who knew how long passed before a black-robed figure appeared beside Purple Fate Ancestor.
A powerful aura radiated from the black-robed figure.
He was astonishingly a Supreme Truth.
Other than the ancestor, he was Purple Fate Heaven's foremost figure, its sole Small Supreme Truth.
Yang Spirits were difficult to produce. Even in the Sixth Heaven, Supreme Truths were absolute titans.
A clan like the Purple Fate Clan arose from its bloodline, yet was also bound by it.
Once this branch had produced a Great Supreme Truth, producing another Yang Spirit became exceedingly difficult.
Meanwhile, clans like the Moro Clan, which had no Great Supreme Truth, possessed greater numbers of both ordinary Yang Spirits and Supreme Truth Yang Spirits than Purple Fate Heaven.
Therefore, clans like the Purple Fate Clan sought out other bloodline branches to expand, bringing those with talent into their fold.
Every additional Yang Spirit was hard-won.
"Greetings, Ancestor. Blood Robe has already arrived in Purple Fate Heaven. Will you summon him?"
Purple Fate Tan bowed respectfully, not daring to look directly at the ancestor.
In his perception, the ancestor had no fixed form at all, only an incarnation of Profound Truth.
Purple Fate Ancestor shook his head. "No."
Purple Fate Tan was not surprised to hear that.
"What... treatment should he receive?" Purple Fate Tan asked for instruction.
At the same time, he was judging exactly what level Blood Robe's bloodline talent had reached.
"Purple Fate Heaven's... foremost beneath the Yang Spirit," Purple Fate Ancestor said calmly.
"Understood." Purple Fate Tan was unsurprised.
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