Countless fragments of information intertwined in Shen Fan's mind, painting for him a picture of the rise and fall of the True Martial Civilization a million years ago.
There was some shock, some regret, but more than that, a sense of release.
Martial Path, the first cultivation method Shen Fan had ever encountered, had undoubtedly helped him immensely in the early stages. Though he later came into contact with cultivation methods such as the Immortal Path and the Bloodline Path, the foundation Martial Path had built up for him still laid an exceptionally solid base for his subsequent growth.
And as the founder of Martial Path, the True Martial Civilization had undoubtedly once been something Shen Fan admired.
But when Shen Fan learned that this so-called True Martial Civilization had merely been created by a race known as the Martial Sacred Spirit Clan, much of its mystique vanished in his eyes.
Especially when Yin Jiuxuan asked what relationship he had with the Martial Sacred Spirit Clan, Shen Fan did not even pause before blurting out:
"None at all. I'm just a lucky fellow who happened to obtain some Martial Path inheritance!"
Naturally, Yin Jiuxuan refused to believe him. A lucky fellow?
What kind of lucky fellow could obtain a supreme Martial Path inheritance like the Source Devouring Emperor Scripture?
One had to know that even within the Martial Sacred Spirit Clan of old, only the tiny handful of most gifted members of its direct lineage had the qualifications—or rather, the ability—to master this inheritance!
Back then, they had slaughtered so many members of the Martial Sacred Spirit Clan, yet they had never obtained this inheritance.
And now he wanted to brush it all aside with a single claim of being lucky? Wasn't that treating people like fools?
Seeing the doubt