Dao Ancestor?
The moment he heard this, Jinren's shock reached an indescribable peak.
Beyond the Ten Ancestors, there was also a Dao Ancestor—one whose presence was so faint that even the Time Ancestor eclipsed him, merely because he had attained godhood and ancestorhood through the Way of Memory? "Impossible!"
But in the next instant, Jinren rejected the thought.
It was too absurd.
Not to mention that an Ancestor God's capabilities could cut across an entire era.
If the Turtle Boy before him truly were the Dao Ancestor, why would he need to cower within the Heavenly Origin Emperor Realm and divide resources with the other great Holy Emperor Clans? Judging solely from the various displays of the little boy atop the turtle's back from beginning to end, he could not be called an "Ancestor."
Jinren laughed, making no effort to conceal the mockery in his words, as though he were courting death. "How could an Ancestor God learn another's methods?"
"Have you not seen how, upon Sui Yin's initial revival, though repeatedly defeated by my true body and regarding him as an ant, he still left all others choking on dust upon the path of the Way of Arts?"
"You? Dao Ancestor?"
As Jinren spoke, he shoved himself upward.
The old turtle gave a low cry and actually moved its claw away.
Jinren hurriedly seized the chance to scramble out. He straightened his clothes and rose awkwardly, sizing up this "A-Jie" from head to toe before laughing again. "And what path are you master of?"
"You are so weak that you must observe a move or two of mine just to figure out how to deal with my true body?"
He paused, planted his hands on his hips, and cried out wantonly, "So you are the master of the Weak