"Reviving the Progenitor?"
Li Xinge's pupils contracted.
So that was it.
"What is the Progenitor Relic?"
Li Xinge had actually already formed a rough guess about this so-called Progenitor Relic.
"The Progenitor Relic..."
Li Qingcang paused.
"There are two Progenitor Relics."
"The first is the Ancestor Sacred Coffin."
"Within it lies the undying body of the Sacred Emperor!"
A sharp gleam flashed through Li Xinge's eyes.
Just as expected.
"The second is the Ancestor Sacred Weapon."
"However..."
"Seven thousand years ago, the Rootless People gained a foothold in the Upper Realm and descended to the Lower Realm once more."
"Of course, due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, cultivators of the Heavenly Human Realm certainly could not descend."
"But four Half-Saints wielding Heavenly Weapons and thirty Divine Mansion Realm experts came down."
"They had only one goal."
"Destroy the sacred coffin! Seize the sacred weapon!"
Li Qingcang's eyes split wide with fury.
It was as though he had once again witnessed the Li Family's blood flowing like rivers that day.
"They found the Ancestral Land."
"That battle darkened the sky and shattered the earth."
"The experts of my Li Family's main line fought one after another to protect those two sacred relics."
"Not a single one retreated."
"Not a single one begged for mercy."
Li Qingcang closed his eyes.
A pained expression appeared on his face.
His entire body trembled violently.
"The Divine Mansion Realm elders ignited their Divine Soul True Fire and self-destructed one after another."
"Three grand elders awoke from their slumber and burned away their last glimmer of light."
"Even the Family Head used the Life-Burning Forbidden Curse. His lifespan ran dry, and in the end, his soul scattered and vanished."
"My Li Family exhausted every last scrap of its foundation just to win a sliver