The Hou Yi Tribe suddenly fell silent.
This left Jiang Qiyun and Tian Peng, who had been moving in secret, at a loss. Especially Old Jiang—everything that had happened here had long since exceeded his understanding.
"Brother Bupo, you said the Ancestral Spirit Hall was about to appear... but why did it suddenly go quiet?"
"I don't know either, but..."
According to the history he knew, the Ancestral Spirit Hall would indeed appear within the Hou Yi Tribe. However, before his rebirth, Jiang Qiyun had not participated in this exploration of the ruins.
Almost everything he knew about these ruins came from the memoirs of a Young Emperor who had once taken part in the operation, written after the Darkest Era. And the Young Emperor who would write those memoirs in the future was none other than Tian Peng.
During the Darkest Era, all the races were in dire straits. Only Tian Peng, this second-generation demon, could live a life of Drunken Life, Dreamy Death under the protection of the Demon Emperor Ancestor in his clan, and still have the leisure to write books and establish his reputation.
Could it be that because he had stayed by Tian Peng's side all this time, he had drastically changed this fellow's path, causing the opportunity that should have belonged to him to gradually veer away?
"Brother Bupo, but what?" Peng Peng asked curiously.
Jiang Qiyun pondered briefly before saying, "The token that opens the Ancestral Spirit Hall should be able to provide guidance... Since this thing was given to you by Niu Daguan, you should sense it carefully. You'll take the lead in what we do next."
"Me?"
"That's right." Jiang Qiyun said solemnly, "Follow your own feelings... We'll proceed according to your intuition."
Peng Peng shook his head repeatedly. "I can't!