Jiang Fan felt the surging power within him, drew a deep breath, and recounted in detail how he had burned his Dao paths and perished together with Mo Lou back then.
When Wu Ji heard that Jiang Fan had spared no cost in burning three Dao paths to die alongside Mo Lou.
Wu Ji's aged voice suddenly grew excited.
"Good! Good! Good!"
He said "good" three times in a row.
"My inheritance has not been entrusted to the wrong person today!"
The golden flames of his soul burned even more fiercely, like a final blaze before death.
"I originally saw that your Dao paths had been destroyed, yet your will remained unbroken and your temperament resolute. That was why I passed the Dao-Nurturing Chapter to you!"
"Never did I expect that you would possess such talent in cultivation as well!"
"Five Dao paths! So long as you do not die young, you will surely become a pillar holding up the heavens for our Human Race! It is not impossible that you may shine as brilliantly as the Dao Ancestor!"
Heard this, Jiang Fan's heart stirred.
"Dao Ancestor?"
Wu Ji's soul flames paused slightly, as though recalling the past.
"The Dao Ancestor was a truly peerless figure!"
"During the Primordial Era, the Human Race was weak while the Demon Race was powerful. The Dao Ancestor emerged out of nowhere, suppressing ten thousand demons with his supreme Dao arts and winning a chance for the Human Race to catch its breath!"
"He passed down the methods of Dao cultivation, founded sects and schools, and was revered by later generations as the ancestor of all Daos!"
"..."
As Jiang Fan listened to the image Wu Ji described, a figure immediately surfaced in his mind.
"Old Man Riding a Bull..."
Wu Ji was somewhat