"Young man, you truly are blessed with deep fortune. Ancestral Talismans possess spirits; without great destiny, one could never possess one."
At this moment!
Only then did Lin Yang clearly see the person speaking.
It was an old man!
He wore a black robe, his face slack and withered like dead wood.
Most striking of all were his eyes. They had no whites, only a deep, deathly darkness like stagnant water.
As though if one looked for even a moment longer, their soul would become lost within them.
"So that's how it is. Then this junior was simply lucky, fortunate enough to obtain this item by chance!"
Understanding appeared on Lin Yang's face, and he pretended this was the first time he had heard it.
"Hahaha, you are hardly lucky by chance. So young, yet already at the Qi Creation Realm, and cultivating both martial arts and Mental Energy at that."
"A five-seal Spirit Talisman Master. A prodigy like you would have been rare even in the Great Desolation Sect ten thousand years ago!"
At Lin Yang's words, Old Man Black Eyes laughed teasingly.
However, as for Lin Yang's background, and how he had obtained the Devouring Ancestral Talisman, Old Man Black Eyes did not pursue the matter.
He had already fallen ten thousand years ago.
What appeared now was nothing more than a wisp of Remnant Soul.
The only reason he had been able to persist until now was because of a single obsession.
The obsession to find the next master for the Devouring Ancestral Talisman!
At that thought!
Old Man Black Eyes's expression turned solemn. He looked at Lin Yang and asked:
"Young man, the Ancestral Talisman was condensed by heaven and earth. If you wish to control it, you must shoulder the duty of protecting this world!"