"No."
Chen Changming shook his head cleanly and decisively.
He did have a Realm-Breaking Talisman, but it was only a fifth-grade Realm-Breaking Talisman. How could its power compare to the legendary seventh-grade Realm-Breaking Talisman? The difference was more than a thousandfold.
A fifth-grade Realm-Breaking Talisman would be utterly useless in a situation surrounded by Fusion Realm experts.
Inside the Ancestral Shrine hall.
The light was dim, incense smoke curled through the air, and the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed tangible.
The Sima Family's eight elders appeared before the ancestral statue at the same time. At this moment, the burly, thirty-foot-tall statue looked especially solemn in the darkness, like a sleeping behemoth silently watching everyone.
The eight elders wore solemn expressions and bowed to the statue in unison, bending deeply at the waist.
"Ancestor, forgive us! The Eighth Elder is still in the enemy's hands. We need nine drops of Dragon Blood to ransom him back."
The First Elder lowered his head. His voice trembled slightly, betraying an unease he could not conceal.
In truth, he did not dare be certain whether the ancestral statue would agree.
If the statue refused, he could only grit his teeth and sacrifice the Eighth Elder. Compared with the foundation of the Lineage, an elder's life was important, but not something that could not be abandoned.
The hall fell silent for several seconds. One could have heard a needle drop; only the faint crackling of burning incense echoed through the stillness.
Suddenly, an ancient and ethereal voice sounded from within the statue, as though slowly rising from an abyss of antiquity: "The enemy... what is his cultivation?"
The First Elder hurriedly looked toward the Seventh Elder. The latter immediately understood, stepped forward, carefully weighed his words, and said cautiously, "Ancestor, this man's Breath Concealment