Titan's Origin

Er Ming raised his hand and pointed at the wooden sculpture. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't make a complete sound.

The finger pointing at the wooden carving was thick and stiff, as if even the bones were trembling slightly.

Yuanen Zhentian watched his actions, and his heart tightened for no reason. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Er Ming didn't remove his hand, but slowly said, "I... am it."

As soon as he spoke, the ancestral hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Yuanen Zhentian was taken aback.

Before he could react, a surge of energy suddenly erupted from Er Ming's body.

As soon as that aura appeared, the eternal lamps on the offering table all trembled.

Yuanen Zhentian's blood seemed to be ignited, and the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul within him boiled uncontrollably, surging from his spine all the way to the top of his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

This is... the Origin-tier Titan Giant Ape Bloodline!

According to the family genealogy, the lover of our ancestor Xiong Xiaoling A-Tai, who was a Titan Giant Ape! The statue was sculpted by Xiong Xiaoling based on A-Tai!

He turned abruptly and took out an extremely old wooden box from the side room.

The box lid was loose, and the edges were worn white. He opened it, and inside were the family genealogy and several old books bound with thick thread.

Yuanen Zhentian placed the wooden box on the offering table and took out the items one by one.

Er Ming slowly walked over and first looked at the family genealogy book.

The paper was brittle and yellowed, the edges were curled up, and there were several places where it had smudged due to moisture.

He turned the pages extremely slowly, as if each turn was tearing away a layer of old skin.

He saw the four characters "Yuanen Sitai". When he saw the note next to it: Father, A-Tai; Mother, Xiong Xiaoling, he stopped.

My finger pressed on that name, then remained motionless; next to it was a notebook.

He picked it up.

The handwriting was extremely small, and some parts were already illegible, but one could still read intermittently, "He said he would return in ten days, so I waited."

"The grass in front of the house has grown several times over, but he still hasn't come."

"I don't blame him. He's Soul Beast, and I'm human. I went home to visit my family, and when I came back, my little house was destroyed."

"I sculpted a statue of him and placed it in the highest spot."

"That way, if he comes back, he'll see him at a glance."

Er Ming read it page by page.

By the end, his hands were trembling so much he could barely hold the book, and he wanted to speak.

His throat felt like it was being tightly constricted; he opened his mouth, but only managed a very low, hoarse sound, "I... I..."

He waited for her, and she didn't leave. When he returned, he saw ruins everywhere and assumed she had abandoned them.

It turns out she never did.

She waited her whole life, waiting until she became a memorial tablet, a wooden sculpture, and her entire family.

He missed it.

He was completely wrong; tens of thousands of years later, he had actually forgotten.

He couldn't remember her face, her name, or her voice.

But she carved it down, at the very top of the ancestral hall, in a place where all the Yuan En clan members could see it when they looked up.

Tang Wulin saw Er Ming kneel down and heard him call out "Xiaoling," so he slowly walked over.

He squatted down next to Er Ming and gently placed his hand on his back.

The person beneath the palm was still trembling.

Tang Wulin remained silent; anything he said at this moment would be too insignificant.

After a while, Er Ming's breathing gradually calmed down.

He kept his head down and said in a hoarse voice, "Wulin... I have never regretted anything so much in my life."

Tang Wulin didn't move his hand. He said in a low voice, "Er Ming, she has never blamed you. She just didn't know you were back."

Er Ming's shoulders trembled again. Tang Wulin continued, "She sculpted a statue of you and wrote your name on it. She wasn't afraid you'd be late; she was only afraid you wouldn't find your way. Now that you're back, she'll be so happy to see you."

Er Ming didn't look up.

He let out a very low, deep sob, which he then suppressed.

She left you with her bloodline.

"Yes... it's my bloodline."

Er Ming stood up after a moment of silence and looked at Yuanen Zhentian.

Yuanen Zhentian knelt down, "Greetings, Ancestor."

Er Ming looked at Yuanen Zhentian kneeling on the ground and didn't move.

His face was still wet with tears, and his eyes were still red.

He was no longer trembling as before. Standing in front of the offering table, he slowly straightened himself up again.

After a few breaths, he raised his hand towards Yuanen Zhentian and said, "Get up. I can't bear to see you kneel before me."

His voice was hoarse.

Yuanen Zhentian didn't move; his forehead was still pressed to the ground. He said in a low voice, "This kneeling is a debt the Yuanen Family has owed for too many years."

Er Ming didn't help him up anymore. He just turned around and looked at the wooden carving, which was very old.

But he could still tell how much effort the person who sculpted the statue had put into it.

He said softly, "You don't owe me anything. I owe her."

Yuanen Zhentian slowly raised his head, Er Ming turned back and walked towards him.

He walked up to him, bent down, and lifted Yuanen Zhentian up.

Outside the ancestral hall, the members of the Yuanen Family were already kneeling on the ground.

From the Inner Court to the Outer Court, it was densely packed.

They didn't know exactly what had happened, but the resonance within their bloodlines was still surging, and all the Titan Martial Soul awoke at the same moment.

Yun Jingheng didn't look at those people; he looked at the sky.

The clouds above Yuanen Family had dispersed sometime earlier.

Er Ming turned back and looked at Yuanen Yehui.

He looked at her as if he were rereading all those days and all those events.

Then he slowly asked, "You also have a Martial Soul, don't you?"

Yuanen Yehui nodded.

Er Ming walked up to her, his voice lowering again. "What is it?"

Yuanen Yehui raised her eyes and said calmly, "Fallen Angel."

Er Ming's brows furrowed immediately.

Of course he knew what it was. Although the Ten Thousand Beast Platform was isolated from the outside world, he had lived for far too long.

Fallen Angel, Martial Soul that has ties to the Demon Plane.

He turned around abruptly to look at Gu Yuena.

Gu Yuena didn't move.

Er Ming then looked at Yuanen Yehui: "Who gave you your second Martial Soul?"

Yuanen Yehui said, "My mother."

Er Ming felt as if he had been stung by those three words.

How much longer?

Yuanen Yehui said, "I'm already level 89. Almost there."

Er Ming closed his eyes.

His chest heaved violently a few times.

When he opened his eyes again, the softness he felt when recognizing his family was gone; instead, there was the ferocity and determination from the ancient Star Dou Great Forest tens of thousands of years ago.

He said, "We can't seal it off, and we can't avoid it either."

Yun Jingheng then spoke, "That's why I brought her to you. Her Titan Bloodline is the root you gave her. To protect her from the root, I need you."

Er Ming looked at Yun Jingheng and asked, "What are your plans?"

Yun Jingheng turned and glanced at Yuanen Yehui, then looked at Er Ming.

He said, "Give her a drop of your essence blood, the true Titan Origin. Use your blood to protect her spiritual sea and suppress the backlash from the Fallen Angel at the moment of her conferment of her title."

"Then we encouraged her to aim for Level 90."

Er Ming did not interrupt.

Yun Jingheng continued, "Once she breaks through, the Demon Plane will use her Martial Soul to open a door. Once the door is open, they will try to get out and make it open."

He paused, his voice growing deeper. "The door opened, and I broke through it. It tried to grab her, so I destroyed its lair."

Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell silent except for the sound of the wind.

Yuanen Yehui also looked up abruptly, Er Ming stared at Yun Jingheng without responding immediately.

Yun Jingheng said, "Your blood is the root. I will be the knife, and she, standing in the middle, will be the door."

After listening, Er Ming nodded slowly.

This method was extremely risky, but it was the most ruthless and plausible plan he had ever heard of in his tens of thousands of years of life.

He said, "That's a good idea. But what makes you think you can enter the Demon Plane and come out alive?"

Yun Jingheng said, "I have been to the Abyss."

Er Ming, "The Abyss is the Abyss, Demon is Demon."

"The Demon Plane is inferior to the Abyss Plane, and besides, you can't sense my cultivation level, right?"

Yun Jingheng took off his coat and tucked it into Ye Xinglan's arms.

Er Ming did not deny it; he truly could not sense anything, and Yun Jingheng standing in front of him was no different from an ordinary person.

"Have an event?"