"My distant ancestor..."
Li Hao silently repeated those two words in his heart.
The blurry figure did not mention the distant ancestor again.
After falling silent for a moment,
he spoke once more.
"Past glory is, in the end, only the past."
His voice was low and weary.
Like an old man who had walked for far, far too long and was about to collapse.
"Seven thousand years ago..."
The figure raised his eyes.
His tone carried sorrow and indignation.
"The Rootless People attacked the clan once again."
"This time, it was more brutal than any before."
"The Ancestral Land was destroyed."
"The experts of the clan were nearly wiped out, and countless clansmen were killed or wounded."
"The roots of the Li Family were almost severed."
Li Hao listened,
his brows drawn tightly together.
Although the words of this mysterious man who claimed to be his ancestor were bizarre,
still...
the closeness in his blood made him instinctively choose to believe.
As the man spoke,
Li Hao seemed to see the Li Family of seven thousand years ago, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into rivers.
His fists clenched tightly.
Veins bulged on his arms like coiling dragons.
"I fought them to the death."
"All for the sake of leaving behind a single spark of life for my clan."
"The final outcome..."
He paused.
"I died."
"There were simply too many Rootless People."
His tone was extraordinarily calm.
As though he were speaking of something that had nothing to do with him.
"Only a wisp of my remnant soul remained, hiding in my own Divine Mansion World and barely clinging to life."
The figure continued.
"And so I waited for several thousand years."
"Waited for a Li Family Disciple to come and receive what I left behind."
"But no