"This voice..."
The Five Domains knew this voice all too well.
More than half a year ago, the Dao Transmission Mirror in Wind Clan City had carried this voice across every corner of the Five Domains. Its deeds were still sung to this day.
Since the War of Conferred Gods and Ancestors, the owner of this voice had shown his face a few times, but only as a small trial of the blade. He had circled around before the Sword Ancestor, then retreated.
As the saying went, "The deeper the love, the sharper the hate."
So many people cursed the turtle hiding in its shell now. At its root, was it not because they had witnessed too many failures by the newly ascended Ancestor Gods beneath the crushing might of the ancient ancestors, along with every conceivable fancy way of dying?
Despair!
Helplessness!
They had been utterly strung up and beaten! There was no path to heaven when they pleaded upward, no door underground when they knocked below. Even Ba Zunan, whom they had hoped would return from the Time Realm with reinforcements, had failed to arrive. It only made matters worse; the situation seemed beyond reversal.
Yet in this absolute dead end, that voice emerged. He had finally shown himself!
"Master Shou?"
"It really is Master Shou, right? No one would dare impersonate Master Shou, would they?"
"Even You Mei, Wen, and Gou have failed. Whoever impersonates someone now is courting death. And if Eighth Brother had come, there would be no need for him to impersonate anyone, right?"
Comments instantly flooded the Palm Apricot screens across the Five Domains, nearly filling the entire display.
In the end, they became wave upon wave of overlapping "Welcome, Master Shou," until someone squeezed in a thought: "He said 'this ancestor,' didn't