Chen Qing let out a long breath of stale air. Waves of stabbing pain came from the Sea of Consciousness between his brows—evidence of excessive spiritual sense consumption.
Though the Spear Domain was powerful, it also placed an enormous burden on one's mental will.
Looks like I'll need to strengthen my spiritual sense after I return.
He looked toward the increasingly dim Ancestor Projection across from him.
The ancestor's figure was slowly dissipating, its edges turning into specks of firefly-like Purple Light, yet his eyes remained as deep as ever.
He gazed at Chen Qing for a long while before slowly speaking. "Northern Cang... Northern Cang... How many years have passed?"
His voice carried the vicissitudes and sighs of ages.
"Our lineage has finally found a successor." The Ancestor Projection's lips seemed to curl into a faint, barely perceptible smile. "You are very good... Your footing is even more solid than mine was in those days."
"Your path should not end here... You are qualified to leave Northern Cang and journey to the Ancestral Land."
Leave Northern Cang? The Ancestral Land?
Chen Qing's heart jolted. He had never heard this term before.
Northern Cang's Yan Kingdom, Golden Court, the Western Regions Countries... In his understanding, they already formed a vast world.
What sort of place was the Ancestral Land the ancestor spoke of?
Perhaps seeing the confusion and shock in Chen Qing's eyes, the Ancestor Projection's voice became ever more ethereal.
"Back then... we were ordered to come to Northern Cang. Our purpose was to guard against the Night Clan."
Ordered to come here?! Guard against the Night Clan?!
Those brief words exploded through Chen Qing's mind like startling thunder!
The founding ancestor of the Tianbao Supreme Sect had not been native to Northern Cang?
He had come here under