"But regrettably, when that ancestor extracted this Mystic Fire Origin from the Sun's Fire, it seemed he had done something that provoked heaven's wrath. As a result, for all these years, our tribe has never produced anyone capable of controlling this Mystic Fire Origin!" Ling Yan said.
Yang Chen did not believe much in such sinister, mystical matters, yet fate existed in the unseen. The saying that heaven's will could not be defied was not baseless nonsense.
That mighty Golden Crow ancestor had done something so mad back then; perhaps he truly had stirred heaven's wrath. Heaven's wrath could not vent itself upon that great expert, but it was more than capable of venting upon his descendants.
Otherwise, how many years had it been? Even if a tribe founded upon a super expert had declined, it should not have fallen so far that it had failed to produce even a True God Stage expert for so many years.
Though Ling Yan was a True God Stage expert, he was only half-baked and simply could not control this Sacred Sun.
"By now, our tribe has done all it could in guarding this Sacred Sun. Since no expert capable of controlling it has appeared even now, it proves that our tribe truly lacks the ability to command it. Though I have ten thousand grievances in my heart and cannot bear to discard this sacred relic our ancestors left for us, facts are facts. Without this seal, we simply cannot keep this Mystic Fire Origin. Rather than that, we might as well give it to you, Young Friend Yang Chen. At least it will repay the debt of gratitude we owe you for saving our tribe this time," Ling Yan said with a smile.
Hearing this, Yang Chen gradually nodded.
"I understand. Thank