Yi Wu was taken aback. He had not expected the Ancestor to speak thus. Drawing a breath, he again bowed reverently toward the space above and explained, "Ancestor, this descendant acted as he did for the continued survival of our clan. I had no other choice."
He spoke solemnly, "If Ancestor wishes to punish someone, punish me alone. I alone made this decision. It has nothing to do with the other clansmen."
With that, he bowed deeply and waited there for the Ancestor's judgment.
This Ancestor was not someone easy to reason with. The other great powers and the disciples of those worlds had only a lineage of transmitted Dao with him, but the True Dragon Clan had, beyond that lineage, the bond of blood with the True Dragon Ancestor. He was not only their patriarchal master, but also the head of their bloodline. Their connection ran far deeper.
For the safety of the rest of his clansmen, Yi Wu was willing to bear the punishment alone.
Yet after waiting for a while, there was no response from above.
Just as he was beginning to wonder, he suddenly sensed a thread of golden light shooting down from the sky. He raised his head and saw it land before him, transforming into a scroll of golden silk.
After hesitating briefly, he reached out, took it, and opened it. Row after row of Hui Script, commonly used by the True Dragon Clan, appeared upon it. He could not help but be startled. "This is a cultivation formula?"
As he thought this, the indifferent voice spoke again. "You may pass this on to your clansmen for cultivation. Leave now."
Yi Wu immediately understood the Ancestor's intent. The paths of cultivation in Celestial Xia and Origin Xia differed. After all, the Dao mechanisms on