"What else did your ancestor leave behind?" Lu Yin asked.
Wang Qi answered helplessly, "Nothing. The old ancestor never worried that anything would happen to the Illusionary Upper Void Realm. Leaving behind this much power was already a rare thing—he was probably just too lazy to take it back."
"This power won't last long," Lu Yin said. Then he looked at Wang Qi. "Your Wang family could still end up being buried with me."
Wang Qi wasn't afraid in the slightest. "If that happens, then it was simply fate."
Fate? Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. Back in the Heavenly Origin Universe, the Progenitor and the Three Realms Six Paths had discussed fate and tried to uncover it. At first, they had thought it referred to Master Cao. Only later had they learned that the so-called fate represented Wang Wen.
"What's your relationship with Wang Wen?"
"He's an unremarkable junior."
"Do you see him often?"
"When the old ancestor returned this time, I was the one who attended to him in the clan."
"Does he recognize me?"
Wang Qi looked up and met Lu Yin's gaze. "The old ancestor said that the happiest part of his trip was making a friend. Perhaps that person no longer considers him a friend."
Lu Yin withdrew his gaze, took a step, and vanished.
He reappeared beside Thousand Machine Strange Performance.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance grinned. "Wang Wen really did leave something in reserve. You must be feeling a lot better now."
"It's still not enough. This power won't last long." Lu Yin said this, then took out Linlang Heaven. "I ask the Dao of Death for its assistance."
Thousand Machine Strange Performance waved a hand. Dao He charged into Linlang Heaven without hesitation, followed by one Death Dao cultivator after another.
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