Li Zhōujūn's clone was on his way to the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls to finish a major undertaking.
Meanwhile, his true body was roasting a chicken beside a lake.
At that moment, a cool breeze stirred.
Li Zhōujūn said with a smile, "Ancestor, I reckon you can mostly hear me."
"You brat, it's been a long time since we last parted." A voice, laughing as it scolded him, rang out beside Li Zhōujūn.
Qin Tianyi's figure stepped out of the void and sat down beside Li Zhōujūn.
Li Zhōujūn gave a bitter smile. "The Seventy-Two Demon God Halls, Louyue Ancient Kingdom, and so on—were those trials the Ancestor deliberately left for me?"
Qin Tianyi smiled and nodded. "An old friend once told me that an extraordinary existence would appear among my descendants in the future.
"Quite clearly, that person was you.
"From that moment onward, I began plotting the whole game, leaving unfinished situations everywhere for you to train in, hoping to help advance your cultivation."
"Rumor has it that the Ancestor transformed into countless incarnations to suppress the First Seat?" Li Zhōujūn asked in confusion.
"That is indeed true. And the remnants of the First Seat and the Eleventh Seat, as well as the injuries of the Virtual-Real Sage, were all arrangements I prepared to help you advance.
"If you had failed to heal the Virtual-Real Sage, I would have rescued him myself.
"As for the First Seat...
"I truly never expected you to charge straight into the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls.
"Now that the First Seat has outlived his usefulness, he is completely dead." Qin Tianyi smiled.
"I heard that several Eternal Twelfth Stage cultivators once followed the Ancestor into the great battle in Louyue Kingdom. Did they really die?" Li Zhōujūn asked in confusion.
"If you're putting