"Th-the Ancestor?!" Richard felt as though his tongue had been struck. He even wondered if he had misheard, or if he had fallen into some evil spirit's sinister dark domain and everything before him was an illusion.
A figure from nearly a thousand years ago—now they were suddenly telling him that the person standing before him was that very person?
This was even more absurd than the legends of the gods' revival.
"It's true."
After everyone's overlapping explanations, Richard finally accepted it.
"Ancestor!"
He stared blankly at Wu Heng, fidgeting uneasily, unsure what gesture or tone he should use when speaking.
The same went for the Marrow Eater wizards who had come as reinforcements.
In fact, everyone, including Ash and Anthony, was filled with curiosity about Wu Heng's experiences.
But the current situation was not suitable for asking questions, and questioning the Ancestor like that would itself be disrespectful. Why should he tell them anything?
Unlike Ash's excitement at seeing an old friend, these Marrow Eaters were filled with reverence.
The Darkness Clan's culture had long since deified the Ancestor.
The Marrow Eaters from Defense Line 17 also briefly told the others how Wu Heng, as a human, had fought two Great Evil Spirits and displayed strength that did not lose to Item No. 2 in the slightest.
With a mere wave of his hand, the Wind of Marrow Rot swept through, and the evil spirits vanished in smoke—his bearing was exactly like the exorcism scenes they had imagined.
Compared to ordinary Marrow Eaters wielding huge blades to hack at evil spirits and splattering themselves with blood, this was true exorcism.
No wonder the legends said that evil spirits had feared the Ancestor so deeply a thousand years ago. Back then, there had been no Great Evil Spirits.
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