With the open-minded clarity of one who had seen through the ways of the world, yet also carrying a trace of bewilderment toward an unfathomable world, the three patriarchs of the Lin Family's main branch slowly stepped out of the teleportation array. They stood there with their hands hanging at their sides like three ordinary old men, and the air around them began to ripple strangely, turning stagnant as dead water.
Ying Zheng took two steps forward and solemnly cupped his hands in salute to the three patriarchs. His gaze was feverish. He suddenly realized that his immense investment in Lin Qi had been worthwhile; at this moment, Lin Qi had given him the greatest return.
The Blood Qin Empire had stood for ten thousand years, but because of the fatal barrier within the Iron-Blood Emperor Art, few members of the imperial clan had ever reached the high demigod realm. Ninety-nine percent of the clan died in explosions when breaking through the Ironblood Eighteenfold Pass. As for those imperial elders fiercely loyal to the Blood Qin Empire, those old eunuchs had mutilated bodies and cultivated arts of an exceptionally yin and gentle nature; their innate flaws likewise prevented them from ascending to higher realms.
No one knew whether any mortal in this world had cultivated into godhood, but there were certainly those who had set one foot into the realm of the Befuddled Ones—those who had glimpsed a thread of the mysteries of godhood. At the very least, such figures existed within the Heavenly Temple, and this was the greatest reason the Blood Qin Empire had been suppressed by the Heavenly Temple for over ten thousand years.
But now, Lin Qi had asked his family for reinforcements, and three astonishingly powerful allies had actually arrived. Ying Zheng was so delighted