The aged voice carried the relief of one who had finally put down a burden borne for countless ages.
Shui Tian knelt where he was. Even the dark currents in the temple seemed to grow a touch warmer.
He had never heard the Old Ancestor speak in such a tone.
"Kindred ties..."
The Old Ancestor's voice echoed behind the water curtain, every word brimming with unfathomable meaning.
"An investment seeks a return."
"But kindred ties seek a glimmer of hope."
Shui Tian's heart clenched once more at those words.
A way to survive?
His Water Origin Spirit Race's Tian He Lineage had stood tall in the Realm Sea for countless ages. They had even once led the entire Water Origin Spirit Race, commanding the masses and boasting deep foundations. When had they ever needed to seek a way to survive?
The aged figure seemed to see through his confusion. Considering Shui Tian's current level of cultivation, he slowly explained:
"Shui Tian, do you really think our Tian He Lineage faces no danger at all?"
"Don't rush to answer. Think it through carefully!"
Shui Tian lowered his head, feigning deep thought.
But after pondering for a long while, he still hadn't changed his mind:
"Old Ancestor, I can't think of any. With a Saint Ancestor like you presiding over our Tian He Lineage, and more than a dozen venerable elders hidden away, our strength on the surface is already formidable!
If we were in the Outer Sea of the Realm Sea, our Tian He Lineage alone could form a True Spirit overlord race!"
"Danger? What danger?
With the reputation of the Water Origin Spirit Race behind us, who would dare cause us trouble?!"
Shui Tian grew more animated with every word, as if the might of the Water Origin Spirit Race