On the Black-Gold Stone Tablet, the character "Ancestor," containing majestic power, struck straight into Jiang Ping An's heart.
This "Devil Dao Ancestral Scripture" left behind by the Devil Race's ancestor had not even deliberately unleashed its power, yet merely standing there, it already surpassed countless immortal arts.
Watching this character for the second time, Jiang Ping An seemed to have adapted to its pressure and did not kneel again, though his soul still trembled.
He stared directly at the Black-Gold Stone Tablet, his heart filled with reverence and longing, and slowly stepped toward the "Devil Dao Ancestral Scripture."
Cang You's eyes widened when she saw this, just as she was preparing to leave.
What was this guy trying to do?
Surely he was not actually planning to comprehend the "Devil Dao Ancestral Scripture"?
Was he an idiot?
They had already told this man that no one could comprehend the "Devil Dao Ancestral Scripture," so why would he not believe it?
"Let me remind you: you only have one chance to choose a stone tablet. If you choose the 'Devil Dao Ancestral Scripture,' you will lose the chance to comprehend other immortal arts."
Cang You's tone was icy as she informed him in advance of the consequences, lest he regret it later and beg them for another chance.
Jiang Ping An did not respond—or rather, he had not heard her at all.
At that moment, the stone tablet before him was the only thing in his heart.
Cang You shot him a cold glance, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
She had said what needed to be said. The road one chose had to be walked to the end, even on one's knees.
There were always people who thought they were different, who believed they could accomplish what others could