"You—you actually refused the opportunity of Heng Ancestor Hall? That is Heng Ancestor Hall, the supreme sacred ground countless Supreme Beings dream of!"
Xia Jing cried out in disbelief.
He struggled to raise his head slightly, seemingly astonished and wanting to see Li Qingyun's expression as he spoke those words. Yet he could only lie sprawled like a boneless dog, able to see nothing but the soles of Li Qingyun's boots.
He had also vaguely guessed that several ancient ancestors of the clan intended to use some means on Li Qingyun, ensuring that this sacrificial nourishment for the master would suffer no mishap and would ultimately have no choice but to obediently submit to Heaven's will, becoming the stepping stone for the next Xia Clan Emperor Blood.
But just how great was the temptation of an opportunity from Heng Ancestor Hall?
You, Shang Yun—what gave you the right to reject such a heaven-sent temptation!
Seemingly afraid of failing his mission, he knelt on the ground and hissed in a low voice, "Do you know that only by obtaining an opportunity from Heng Ancestor Hall can one contend for the Myriad Heng Realm?"
"No matter how gifted you are, no matter how unprecedented your comprehension, the Thousand Heng Realm is absolutely your limit!"
"All immortality is bestowed by the Heng Ancestor! If you do not enter Heng Ancestor Hall, you will not even have the chance to glimpse the Myriad Heng Realm..."
His tone was urgent, carrying threads of madness, along with something like resentment at one who refused to strive.
On the surface, it all seemed to be for Li Qingyun's sake.
Xia Jing's roar brimmed with incitement and temptation, and it truly caused an intense yearning to rise inexplicably within Li Qingyun.
That intensity resembled a bloodline instinct, as