The moment the figure appeared, Ye Yu immediately felt an immense pressure.
It felt just like when he had encountered Ye Zhentian as a child.
The figure wore a purple-gold dragon robe, and every inch of him exuded majesty, as though he were the sovereign of this entire heaven and earth.
"My name is Cang. Little fellow, I have waited for you for a very long time." Cang looked at Ye Yu, his eyes filled with kindness and anticipation.
"Waited for me?" Ye Yu frowned tightly, circulating the spiritual energy within his body to its utmost limit.
"That is right. I have remained here for who knows how long, waiting only for someone capable of inheriting my legacy. Young friend, come and accept my inheritance." As Cang spoke, the dragon shadow behind him opened its mouth and spat out a purple-gold dragon pearl.
Spiritual energy swirled across the dragon pearl, emanating terrifying fluctuations.
Looking at that dragon pearl, Ye Yu actually felt an uncontrollable urge to step forward, but he ultimately restrained himself.
Seeing Ye Yu stand there without moving for so long, Cang seemed somewhat anxious. He hurriedly said, "What is it, young friend? This dragon pearl was formed from the essence of my life's work. As long as you obtain it, power, cultivation, cultivation techniques, Spiritual Skills—none of it will be a problem. What are you still hesitating for?"
Ye Yu raised his head and looked at the somewhat anxious Cang. After a long while, he shook his head.
As a member of the imperial family, Ye Yu knew full well how much the royal household valued the inheritance of bloodlines.
Simply put, if a ruler of an imperial dynasty had no descendants before his death, he would rather destroy everything than let outsiders benefit from it.
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