"He Fan Liu, although the unknown Abyss Clan disciples destroyed most of my divine soul so that I have lost almost all my memories, my blood can illuminate the sacred heavens, and my body can be offered to the Mother River source! If the Sage has even a shred of doubt, you may subject me to all manner of tests hereafter..."
When it came to forbearance and scraping by to survive, he, Li Xuanji, would never willingly yield to another.
"Good!"
That female voice of boundless Saintly Might seemed somewhat satisfied, offering a cold, light nod before fading into thin air.
Only then did a motley group of living beings scamper hurriedly out of the sprawling thatched mansion behind Li Xuanji.
"Big Brother, the cosmos is unjust to have made you suffer such a disaster! Fortunately, it's good enough that you managed to return alive!"
Leading them was a young male of the River Mother Clan who also possessed bulging fish eyes and features so mediocre they bordered on ugliness. Clad in a Starfall Robe, he trotted over, shouting with a mix of grief, pity, and a trace of gloating delight.
This individual called him younger brother and possessed merely mid-stage River Crossing Realm cultivation, yet he could now look down upon "He Fan Liu," who had returned after seizing and parasitizing the body of a mere ant.
The upper clans recognized people by their blood rather than their appearance. Once true blood was stimulated, they would instantly know who the other person was.
Li Xuanji steadied his mind, letting out a hint of his inherent bewilderment as he cupped his fists toward his tribal younger brother and asked, "Brother, I suffered a great disaster and lost most of my memories, yet I don't remember who you are. Second Brother?