Elsewhere, Qin An stared at the Immortal-Slaying Spear before him, his face full of confusion.
Yet he held not the slightest blame toward the Immortal-Slaying Spear. Strictly speaking, the spear's seniority was even greater than his father's—how could he dare reproach it?
"Artifact Spirit Grandpa, what exactly happened? What kind of background does that broken jar have, to make you so afraid?"
"Child, this is not something you should know. You need only know that I saved your life."
The Immortal-Slaying Spear spoke weakly, and beneath that frail tone lingered threads of fear.
Clearly, even though they had already left, the fear remained.
"Artifact Spirit Grandpa, I don't understand."
Qin An did not understand. He truly did not understand. His father had three sons. He was the third. The eldest controlled the Devil Race's Three Great Legions, while the second had won the attention of half the upper ranks.
And what about him? He had only three Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals under his command.
That strength would have been enough to dominate anywhere in the Star River Cosmos, but he was born into an Immortal Dao Lineage. Different origins meant different demands.
Within an Immortal Dao Lineage, Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals truly could not take the stage.
And this time, it was a blessing earned over eight lifetimes that had allowed him to encounter Li Unrivaled. If he captured Li Unrivaled and used her to threaten Venerable Taiyi into releasing the Devil Race's Grand Elder—
With such merit, combined with the support of the rescued Grand Elder, he would be the nailed-down next head of the family.
Everything had been on the verge of success, yet because of the Immortal-Slaying Spear's self-willed actions, it had all turned into a dream bubble.
It would have been a lie to say he