Poachers

[If the ancestor truly existed, he wouldn't just watch us die one by one. I've worshipped you for so many years—why are you unmoved by my suffering? Please, Ancestor, manifest yourself!]

[Yang Family descendant Yang Zhuhu has developed a trace of faith in your existence. You have obtained Yang Zhuhu's vision. Incense +10.]

A voice drifted over from afar, and a selectable window appeared within Yang Genshuo's field of vision.

A young man of the Yang Family's fifth generation: Yang Zhuhu.

Yang Genshuo did not remember him well. He had only discovered that there was such a Yang Family member during the ancestral worship two days ago.

From beginning to end, he had never believed in the ancestor's existence.

At that moment, Yang Zhuhu held twin blades while twenty yamen runners slowly approached him with clubs in hand.

Bodies lay scattered all around him, while a swarm of black-furred Man-Eating Rats crouched atop them, feasting with great relish.

Those were clearly his teammates.

Yang Genshuo did not know what had happened to this squad, but it was already on the verge of being wiped out.

Yang Zhuhu was the last survivor.

Judging by the situation, he would not live much longer either.

"So he didn't believe. He just knew he was about to die."

Yang Genshuo sighed inwardly.

Under such circumstances, a minor Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like Yang Zhuhu could only place his hopes upon an illusory ancestor.

"But you asked too late."

"In this situation, even the heavens are powerless to turn things around."

Yang Genshuo's [Divine Miracle] could draw upon other family descendants' innate talents and acquired cultivation arts, but it could not directly borrow another person's cultivation realm.

So long as he could afford the Incense, he could even borrow Yang Zhu's Saint Grade