Far away, also in the Upper Realm, two cultivators—a fat one and a thin one—were excited as they gazed into the starry sky. "Bro Fat, we're going to become disciples of the Blood Ancestor and Martial Ancestor!"
"That's right, Bro Thin. The day has finally come. We only need to make the top ten in that Starry Sky Supreme Competition. It'll be a piece of cake."
"Bro Fat, I've decided. I won't eat anything before the competition. If I get a little thinner, I'm sure to make the top ten."
"Bro Thin, you're already so thin. Hey, you seem even thinner than yesterday."
"Really? Bro Fat, you seem a lot fatter than yesterday too."
"Hahahaha! Really? Bro Thin, let's work hard together and become disciples of the Blood Ancestor and Martial Ancestor. Then we'll roam the universe freely. Forget the Fifth Continent—even those monsters won't be a match for us!"
"Bro Fat, let's work hard together!"
"Bro Thin, you've inspired me. Let's work hard together!"
At that moment, another voice rang out in the Upper Realm, leaving everyone in the Sixth Continent utterly speechless. "I am the Secret Ancestor."
The Secret Ancestor had spoken, and everyone in the Sixth Continent felt their scalps go numb. Of the Three Ancestors, the Secret Ancestor was the most mysterious and rarely appeared in public. The number of secret techniques he had created equaled the combined total of the other two Ancestors', if not more.
Many people hoped even more fervently to become the Secret Ancestor's disciple. Even if they couldn't learn any supreme combat techniques or obtain the highest inheritance, they could at least learn a couple of secret techniques—enough to turn defeat into victory in many situations.
There was a saying in the Sixth Continent: Don't mess with people from the