Cang Jiulong's words were like a depth charge hurled into a still lake, sending up a thousand towering waves.
The seven city lords present were struck speechless.
Those seven mighty figures from back then hadn't ascended to the Ancestral Realm at all? They had all died inside the Gate of Myriad Wonders?
Could that really be true?
It overturned everything they knew. No—if word got out, it would send waves high enough to swallow the Primordial Land.
No one would be able to accept it.
For years, nearly everyone who knew of the seven Ancestors had made becoming an Ancestor their lifelong pursuit. They firmly believed that if they worked hard enough and seized enough opportunities, they too would reach that realm someday.
And now they were being told that those seven Ancestors had never become Ancestors at all. Swept up in their euphoria, they had forced their way into the Gate of Myriad Wonders and died there.
What a blow to everything they believed.
What a way to crush their spirits.
How were those who had spent their lives pursuing the Ancestral Realm supposed to face this?
Where were they supposed to go from here?
They were numb!!
The seven city lords felt their scalps prickle. Some had even begun to tremble.
Wan Shenfeng, who had just been mocking Cang Jiulong, could no longer contain himself.
"Cang Jiulong, I'll pretend you were drunk and talking nonsense just now. I'm giving you one more chance to put your words in order. Sorry for the trouble, but could you explain this properly?"
"What exactly happened to those seven Ancestors?"
Cang Jiulong shook his head and said firmly, "There were no Ancestors. All seven died. That's the truth. I wasn't talking nonsense."
"You..."
Wan Shenfeng was so furious he nearly stamped his