That line was far too familiar.
Back when he had awakened in Tiansang Spirit Palace and traced back the memories of his former self.
That person had also said, "If I do not succeed, then I shall die trying," and then died trying.
Am I the Name Ancestor?
Or was my former self the Name Ancestor?
It sounded as though, in his previous life, he had lain bedridden, gloomy all day long, so paralyzed he could not even walk, much less cultivate.
Moreover, the world of his previous life had indeed lacked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
For ordinary people, living a hundred years already counted as a long life. It was simply impossible to live for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.
This did somewhat resemble what Nuozu had said: after consuming the Nine-Lifetime World-Breaking Fruit, he had failed to transcend in the first life and had dragged things on until the final few lives.
But was that truly the case?
Xu Xiaoshou was not so rash as to suspect, based merely on the scattered words of the three people before him, that everything he had experienced across his past and present lives had been arranged.
"Do not trust anyone."
He had never forgotten those words Elder Sang had spoken.
Not to mention that the Source of Time and Space had come from the Time Ancestor—in the end, it had also originated in the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, where Kong Yuhen had urged him to begin cultivating the Way of Time.
Kong Yuhen's position was unclear. Whether his hostility ran deep was still unknown.
What Xu Xiaoshou saw and heard at present inherently contained an element of "fabrication"—if Kong Yuhen had been inclined toward the Devil Ancestor from the very beginning.
Xu Xiaoshou had never forgotten