Lu Yin was thrilled. He'd found a way to root out Wangliang. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the nearest light cluster. It wasn't too dim—quite a good one, in fact.
His consciousness surged forward and merged with it.
Cold. Bitterly cold. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people kneeling before him.
"Lu Yin" shifted his gaze and looked down at them.
"Ancestor, please, wake up! If you don't, that fool will squander the whole family's fortune!" someone cried out in anguish.
Someone across from him immediately shouted back, "What nonsense are you spouting? Say that to my face in front of the Ancestor! How have I squandered the family's fortune?"
"You still won't admit it? I'd love to see the look on your face when the Ancestor wakes up."
"I'm the family head. I represent the family's dignity. You're nothing but a second-house branch. Stop wasting my time and get out."
"This is the Ancestor's resting place. What gives you the right to kick me out?"
"I'm the family head."
"I'm a descendant of the Ancestor too..."
Lu Yin watched the two argue in silence. They weren't the only ones there; a crowd knelt around them. Those two alone had the highest status, and their cultivation wasn't bad either—they were at the Sequence Rule level. They were probably from some family.
As for this Ancestor, he possessed Origin power.
These descendants had no idea that their Ancestor was one of Wangliang's people. But that was hardly surprising. He had been asleep for far too long, and none of them had ever seen him. All they could see was a block of ice.
The ice was much like the extreme ice, chilling to the bone and encasing the Ancestor's body.
Memories flooded in. Lu Yin saw the