Willow God did not want it, but Meng Chuan forced it on her anyway and sternly criticized her.
She did not even want the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit Technique. Was she looking down on the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit?
Willow God thought there had to be something wrong with this man.
But after examining the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit Technique Meng Chuan had sent her, Willow God fell silent.
"Did the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit teach you this?" she asked Meng Chuan, her voice complicated.
"Yes. Profound, isn't it? It's already touched the realm of Emperors. That's the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit!"
Meng Chuan's voice brimmed with admiration for the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit's power.
Willow God's feelings grew tangled. So it wasn't enough for me to feel an instant kinship with you? Now you've surpassed me in cultivation too?
The Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit Technique Meng Chuan had given her felt familiar. Incredibly familiar. So familiar it was as though she had created it herself.
Because it was her own technique!
Yet this technique was strange to her too, because the heights it had reached surpassed anything she had touched even at her peak.
Willow God was stunned into confusion. A trace of doubt about herself even crept into her heart.
Am I really the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of the Immortal Ancient Era?
Does someone understand the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit better than I do? Do I not understand myself?
This is absurd!
Willow God felt numb. In a single day, she had learned the unbelievable fact that someone knew all the Ten Fiends' Treasure Techniques.
That alone would have been one thing. After all, the Ten Fiends of old had not matched her. Gathering all their techniques was startling, but at her level, it would not have stirred much in her.
Yet this man even knew