Lu Yin calmed himself. He remembered someone saying that everyone respected the First Ancestor, but if they actually met him and got to know him, they would find that he was completely different from what people imagined. Was this what they meant? A chatterbox?
After who knew how long, the First Ancestor suddenly bellowed, startling Lu Yin. "It's out, old friend. Don't blame me, either. It's not that I don't want to use you; I just can't. You'll have to put up with it and go live in that little fellow's head. What? He doesn't deserve you? Don't be so blunt."
Lu Yin was at a loss. He was talking to himself. Was that supposed to be fun?
As Lu Yin was thinking about it, a cool sensation brushed his brow. In an instant, he abruptly sat up and gasped for breath. Huh, he could move again?
Lu Yin turned to look at the First Ancestor. Suddenly, his pupils contracted. What was this?
How much damage could a person endure? Lu Yin didn't know. He had endured attacks that should have killed him, but he had never suffered injuries that left him unable to die even if he wanted to.
Now, he saw the First Ancestor. Not a single part of his body was intact. His back was covered in wounds, his flesh torn open. Dark red energy swirled around his severed arm—it was clearly the Eternal Clan's divine power. The worst injury was his neck, where nearly half of it was gone. Was he really still alive?
Back then, outside Primordial City, Lu Yin hadn't been able to see the First Ancestor's injured neck from where he stood, nor could he make out the wounds on his body. Now, he was so close that he could reach out and